Hello my loyal subjects, might I say I am having some shitty weather lately! -_- Antyways… Even as I'm not feeling increasingly inspired at the moment, I must continue, so bare with me (is that the right bare?) yeah, well, this might end up being a weird filler chapter, I'm not sure yet, but I'm not sure how long until the dance… I don't really feel like doing day-to-day for a whole week…
Also, if any of you are interested, I have another story: Total Drama Newbies, that I finally got the next chapter ALMOST done, but I am praying I can get somewhere now that I planned it out better! But, yeah, thanks for reading this too! I love that you guys enjoy this as much as I do, cause honestly, Cinderella was always like my favorite fairy tale/Disney princess, even though I think it's totally stupid that he couldn't even tell who she was unless she put on the shoe! People frustrate me, so I might end up putting my own spin on this tale;))) hope it works for you people
Weeeellll… I guess I should actually write something now, sooooo… READ ON!
I AM SAD TO SAY THAT THIS STORY, THIS STORY IS MINE, BUT THE CHARACTERS AND PLOT LINE AREN'T TECHNICALLY… DISNEY AND CANADA HAVE RIGHTS OVER THEM…
Antyways… I'm gunna move on, so just read….
"So, Ms. Scotts, is it?" The tall man asked, glancing at a few papers in hand.
"Yes, sir," I said quietly, I hadn't really gotten in trouble before, so this scared me. I can't imagine if they felt the need to contact my… parent.
"Well, says here, you were insulting your teacher in the middle of class," Mr. McClain continued, looking up from the stack to look at me. I flinched at his glance, very uncomfortable in here.
"Uh, well, kind of, but I didn't really… mean to," I replied nervously, playing with my fingers in my lap, chipping away some of the black nail polish that lingered. I watched intently as the flakes landed on my white jeans.
"What do you mean, you didn't mean to?" The principle voiced, bringing me to once again look in his direction. He was seated on the edge of his desk, right in front of me.
"Well, I was just kind of zoning out and accidentally said what I was thinking," I told him, trying to seem convincing and confident but knowing that was never going to happen.
"Well, as I'm sure that may be true on your part, you still offended a part of my staff. I'm going to need to contact your guardian, may I please have the number?" He said, picking up the phone. I felt all the color drain from my face in that exact moment. I felt like I might puke or faint. Maybe both?
"No! I-I uh, I mean that, um, I uh," I stuttered, searching my brain for anything that could help in this situation. I was drawing a blank, and I was desperate to not let this happen. Who knows what hell I'd be put through if he found out about this. I get thrown around for even walking down the hall too loud.
"What is it Ms. Scotts?" He asked, looking at me suspiciously. I opened my mouth to respond when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I snatched it out quickly, reading the text.
I need you to work the diner now.
I sat up quickly, pushing myself from the seat. I looked Mr. McClain in the eye as he looked confused but not at all concerned.
"I'm going to go now," I said quickly before dashing out the door and racing to my car. I texted Bridgette on the way to tell her I wouldn't be at school for the rest of the day. Once at my car, I was in such a rush, I hopped over the door and started the engine. As soon as I pulled from the spot, I heard an odd noise and felt the vehicle bump like it hit a ditch. I hopped out quickly, to find that the rear tires have been slashed.
"Ugh!" I slammed my fist against the door before leaning against it and shrinking to the ground. I'm screwed. I am so screwed right now, I thought as my eyes drifted around the lot. I had already used up my spare tires not too long ago, so I couldn't take my car. The diner was all the way across town and would take at least 10 minutes to reach it by car. My eyes caught sight of a familiar black bike just a few spots down. I really hope he doesn't murder me for this, I thought as I grabbed my uniform from the car and rushed over to the bike. Luckily, I learned how to hot wire motored vehicles. Lucky me!
I got the bike started, sent another text to Bridgette to tell her I took the bike so he doesn't freak, and took off. I may have sped most of the way, but I made it to the diner in record time. I hopped off the bike, making sure it was safe and secure before striding into the building.
"Hey Sonya!" I shouted as I hopped over the counter to the back room where I could change.
"Gwen? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school!" Sonya called as I walked back out, tying my apron.
"You know boss likes to bother me. Luckily, he pulled me out at just the right time," I said, grabbing a dirty dish bucket and skating around to the tables that were recently vacated. "Anyways, school is going to be out soon." I turned to her, holding a glass tightly in my hand while balancing the bucket on my hip.
Sonya simply shook her head as she greeted the newest customer. I continued cleaning up and taking orders, skating around the store to the music I had blasting in one ear. Time flew by as I worked my way through my song collection, which probably had a million songs to it, and as it was about to repeat, the bell by the door rang. It had been going off regularly enough, but the one walking through the door was a group I desperately tried to avoid entered.
"Ugh, hi diner girl," greeted the group as they took a seat. I sighed before skating over and praying I make it through this meal without being too torn up.
"Hey there, what can I get you?" I asked with a fake smile plastered on my face. I heard a little applause in my head as I managed to actually speak to these people.
"Um, excuse me, do you have anything no carb, no calorie, and non fat?" asked Heather as she scanned the menu with a disgusted look. I actually agreed with her, though. The menu was awful.
"You mean, water?" I said, looking at her oddly.
"I guess I'll have that and a plate of sushi," she said, gripping onto the guy next to her. I recognized him as Alejandro, he was on the football team and very popular with the ladies. "I'll share with my boyfriend." She enunciated boyfriend, I guess trying to make me jealous. I simply nodded and scribbled down her order before taking everyone else's. The group was huge and was simply yelling orders at me. I scrambled to get everything down.
"Can I get a mineral water with five ice cubes and two cucumber slices each a half centimeter in width and three centimeters in diameter? I'd also enjoy a fresh spring roll plate with a half cup of white rice." Courtney said in a snooty tone. I smiled at her before turning and skating away. I came back with the beverages not too long after, and setting them down on the table.
"What is this?" Courtney asked as she looked at her glass of water.
"It's your water, enjoy," I said with a cheeky smile before spinning around and skating away. Another ding caught my attention before my eyes met the icy blue ones of Duncan Carter. I felt my cheeks heat up before I looked away and grabbed my notepad and pen.
Sonya looked at me as I eyed her, nodding my head in his direction. Is that him? She mouthed to me. I nodded slightly, looking extremely nervous. She gave me a look that said he-looks-like-trouble but also perfect-for-you. I smiled before skating over nervously, my hands shaking slightly as I gripped my pen tightly.
"What can I do yah for?" I asked, breathing very shallow but trying not to let it show.
"Huh? Oh, uh, just a coffee." He said, still looking at a menu. I was about to turn away when he looked up suddenly. "So, is there a reason you stole my bike?" he asked with a knowing smirk. I felt my face flush as I glanced down at the floor, trying not to let it show too much.
"Well, I had to get to work and I had a, uh, flat tire." I told him, looking up slightly to find his reaction.
"Couldn't you just tell your boss you were having car issues?" he looked puzzled and I paled at the thought of coming in late.
"No! I-I mean, no, I-I really couldn't," I stuttered, having to bite my lip to keep from revealing my secret. Why do I want to tell him so badly? I don't need his sympathy. I thought, but continued looking into his confused eyes. "It-s just that-" I started but got cut off, my voice catching in my throat.
"GWENDOLYN!" a loud booming voice came from behind me. I gulped, my complexion paling even more from its milky tone.
"Y-Yes sir?" I asked quietly, uncontrollably shaking as I turned around. I could feel a few stares beating down on my back, but the fear made me forget about everyone else. I steadied myself slightly on the counter, hoping I wouldn't fall over.
"May I speak to you for a moment?" he asked with a creepily serious face. I gulped before pushing my shaky legs to go forward and follow the beast into the empty back room. Shit, was all I could think as I glided over the linoleum flooring. As soon as I was in the dimly lit room, the door was slammed shut and my hair was gripped by the fistful and I was dragged to the back corner. I whimpered as he tugged me up by my hair. I felt the stinging in my scalp as I desperately tried to keep my eyes in focus.
"What were you doing in there?" He asked through clenched teeth. I dared to not answer him in a desperate attempt to stay at least somewhat intact. He didn't seem to appreciate my silence as he threw my head back into the wall. I'm pretty sure he just busted a hole, but I was more worried at my own health. My vision went white momentarily and I blinked several times, feeling a sharp pain in the back of my skull.
He followed this by dropping me and dragging me by my leg to the other end of the room where he stopped and looked down at me. I barely saw what happened, my eyes finally focused as my head nodded to the side. My arm was extended in front of my line of sight, and in less than a second it was being crushed under an enormous weight. I gasped as I heard the cracking of my bones, my arm numbing to stop the pain, thankfully. He smirked down at me before kicking in my gut multiple times. The last blow hit center and I felt it coming up. I shifted quickly before my stomach emptied its contents onto the floor.
"You little piece of shit, don't socialize with the customers." He growled, leaning close to my face. I supported myself on my non-injured hand, looking up to meet his stare. "And clean this up, I don't need the place smelling like your nasty bile." He hissed as he opened the door and slammed it shut. I shook as I attempted to raise myself up from the ground, the throbbing in my head feeling like a sledge hammer. After a few minutes of deep breathing, I managed to lift myself up to my feet. I staggered over to a small table that sat in the center of the room. I balanced myself on the edge of the table as I shuffled over to the small closet in the corner, nearly falling due to the wheels I was still situated on. I managed to make it to the closet and grabbed the mop.
After cleaning up the evidence, I devised a plan to explain what happened. I was a little better, so I skated out normally as I approached Sonya.
"Hey, Sonya, could you do me a favor?" I asked quietly, holding my arm across my torso. The pain had come back, searing the skin. I muffled a hiss of pain, praying she wouldn't ask too many questions.
"Sure thing Honey, what did you need?" She asked, wiping off her hands on a towel. I looked up into her chocolate eyes, finding the warmth comforting.
"Could you take me to the hospital?" I asked quietly, looking back down to the floor. I shifted the wheels slightly out of nervousness.
"Why sweetie? What happened?" She asked, alarmed and trying to catch my eye. I finally looked up to meet her concerned gaze, which was now wandering over my body to find any source of injury.
"I fell and hurt my arm. I think I may have broken something," I said simply, hoping she would believe my little white lie. Why not tell her the truth? She could help! A small voice in the corner of my mind screamed at me, but I ignored it. She could get hurt too, I argued inside my head as I was being dragged out the door.
The ride was quiet as I was lost in thought as I stared out the window. I was having an internal debate about my situation. Everything seemed to be skewed. My perspective has been shifted and with the addition of my Juvie, I just can't keep this up much longer. All those years of hushed pain were bubbling up inside of me and I couldn't help but worry I was putting everyone in danger. I need someone to know, I thought finally as we arrived at the hospital.
After being in that sterile office for who knows how long, it was determined I had three breaks in my arm, two in my wrist and one in my hand. I left with a black cast and a busy mind. On the ride back I glanced at the clock.
"Oh my god! Sonya, I have to be downtown in less than 10 minutes!" I exclaimed, surprised I had completely forgotten about the interview I had today.
"Then you better hold on," she said as she sped up and made a U-turn at the intersection. She sped down the streets, surprisingly not attracting the attention of any nearby cops. I gave directions to the studio, and we finally made it. I had one minute to get inside, luckily I had managed to change clothes in the car. I jumped out and waved over my shoulder, booking it into the building. I made it to the front desk, breathing heavily.
Sorry, late update and not my best, but I've been working nights at work and preparing for my camping trip in the mornings. I'm leaving tomorrow, so a week without internet is in my future! I will try to write while I'm away, so I can get something up.