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Chapter 4: Losing Control

Albert Einstein once said "The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but the people who do nothing about it."

He hit that one right on the money. When I came to school, it wasn't Andrea Murray that made me want to walk away, it was the fact that no one cared. She wasn't even that much of a tough ball. She thought she was big stuff because "her family ran this town." Holy big woop. The whole 1,000 person town? Man, am I impressed.

I guess Andrea always thought of me as a an outsider and "needed to be told where I stand." Trust me, I didn't want to stand next to her or any of the dream-team all Americans. It's not like she'd ever tried to hurt me or anything (I'm pretty sure she thought I could probably beat her ass.) but she was still a major pain everyday.

I locked my bike to the bike rack and mentally prepared myself with a sigh before walking through the main doors. It was just as crazy as any other day with students rushing to get to class. I kept my head as low as possible while people continued their normal teenage lives around me.

I guess it wasn't as bad as it could be. Instead of being invisible, I could have been the object of pranks and jokes alike. That would be much worse than a few snide remarks and silence. I guess a lot of my life was in silence. I found it hard to talk sometimes, just because I was so used to my own company. But I had just accepted my fate. I would graduate high school without people finding out about my family, and get as far away from here as possible.

Sometimes I had exercised the idea of collage, bio-engineering of course. Even though it was really my only wish, I knew I would never get there. I would never be able to scam enough to pay for college, not to mention getting accepted with a fake name would not be easy. But the biggest problem of all was Dad. I had no idea how he would really react, but I had played scenario after scenario in my head. In each one he would keep my here by saying he was "keeping me safe" which is probably what he would say.

I walked to my locker, pulling my phone out of my pocket to see what time it was. 7:45 - I had 15 minutes to spend before class. I smiled at my luck and walked back towards the doors, wanting to desperately to not be here.

I made my way behind the school where there was a small patch of woods that no one ever went in. I guess one of the perks of living in a small town was not being surrounded by suffocating people all the time.

I sat on a log still in sight of the school through the trees, but far enough away that there was a soccer field in between, and took a deep breath. I could do it, couldn't I? It was only one day of school.

There was a twig snap behind me and I whipped around. A dark haired boy I'd never seen before with a T-shirt and blue jeans put his hands up.

"Wow, it's okay. No need to kill me."

His eyes were wide but he had a smile that showed he found this funny. I quickly changed my expression from death killer back to normal.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

He put his hands down and lost his smile,

"Uh, I'm new." He stuttered like it explained everything.

I tilted my head, eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh, you mean here." He pointed towards the ground, "Yeah, I just wanted to find some peace." He said like it was obvious. I just stared at him wondering who the hell this kid was and how he had not been warned to stay away from me.

He walked by me and nonchalantly sat down on the log I was relaxing on just seconds before.

"What's with all the plumbers in this town?" He asked like he was really interested in the answer. I laughed and took a step in his direction.

"Yeah I don't know, man. Honestly I don't get a lot about this town." I answered

"What's your first day like?" He asked quietly.

I hesitated before answering " What do you mean?"

He turned towards me "Well, you're not from around here, are you?"

"What makes you say that?" I questioned, eyebrows furrowing. This kid sure was asking a lot of questions.

"You just don't seem like you're from around here." He turned away from me and looked at his hands.

"I actually grew up here, pretty much my whole life." I said, not really wanted this seemingly normal conversation to end.

He smiled, looking me in the eye "Where were you before here?" He half joking asked.

"Woah woah woah. I don't even know your name." I said putting up my hands.

He chucked lowly "Alright, I'm Brandon." He bargained holding out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Brandon, I'm Cora." I mocked him and shook his hand.

The bell rang in the distance and I shot upward and looked towards the school.

"Well, you don't want to be late on your first day." I said kind of forced, before running across the soccer field to the school. If I was too late to class, people were sure to notice.

I luckily made it to my locker and took out my binder before too much time had passed. I was almost to my class' door when I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hey loser, you gonna be late? That a fucking shame because I was just going to ask you if you wanted to save sweet Brandon's social life before you talk to him again."

I stopped dead in my tracks, knowing I shouldn't turn around, but still did. There was snobby Andrea Murray in a hideous jean skirt and button up shirt, this town was the only place you could still get away with that outfit. She was popping gum and looking at me like she knew I was going to back down, and I needed to.

"Leave me alone Andrea." I said with a sigh.

She pouted her face, "Aw, what are you going to do? Cry to your Mommy? Oh that's right, I forgot, you don't have one." She spit, each word hitting me like fuel to a fire.

The rage was so ready to burst through. I wanted so badly to cross the distance and show her just what this "loser" was made of.

"It's not like she of even listen to you anyway. You'd be a disappointment to her." She added ready to turn on her hell.

But I was grabbing onto her wrist before she could turn. She looked surprised, and I'm sure she was. Hell, even I was surprised. But before she could even think of one more petty, sarcastic thing to say, I collided my fist with her jaw. I was shorter than her, so I ended up punching upward. It didn't matter either way, I could tell it hurt, bad.

But I didn't care. All I could think about was every rumor, every laugh, every trip, every single time that she's ever belittled me. I swung upward again, this time hitting her cheekbone. She put her hands up to block me, but I punched her again. Left side, cheekbone. She cried out and I toppled her. I couldn't even stop at this point. It was years bottled up, and the seal finally breaking. I was on her torso punching her again. Left. Right. Left. I saw blood come out of her nose, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. I heard a scream, somewhere seemingly far away.

I was being pulled of her, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to beat her face until it was unrecognizable. I flailed my limbs, trying desperately to get loose and finish what I had started. Andrea was sliding away from me on her back, eyes already swollen. I knew how bad that hurts, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. There was no room in my head for anything other than my overpowering hatred towards her. There was nothing I had ever wanted more then to make her never forget me, and what I was capable of.