Chapter 6
I guess the day could have gotten worse, and it did, much worse. I should've never trusted Fabian. He's just like the rest of them! Joy was flirting with him and he didn't stop her! Sure, he looked awkward, but… wait a minute. Am I jealous? Oh no. I think I'm falling for him. It's been only a day! I can't like him! Even if I really did like him, he would never date me. I mean, why would he like me? He knows my dirty little secret. I'm a servant, maid, and step-sister of the most popular girl in school. The good thing is that my partner, Mick, offered to do the whole project, so our script will be done by the time the assignment's due. I hurried out to the bike path when school ended, but I was in for a surprise. I found my bike shattered in to piece along the sidewalk. Giggles emerged from behind me and I turned to see Joy, Patricia, and a very disappointed Mara.
Joy: I returned your bike.
Patricia: It looks better than ever, right, Mara?
Mara rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Mara: Whatever. It's a bike.
Joy: Ya, but its Nina's bike, so it's an improvement.
Mara: Joy, I don't-
Joy: Can it, Mara. What do you think, Patricia?
Patricia: Much better.
Mara: Joy, this is low, even for you. As for you Patricia-
Nina: Forget it, Mara. They're not worth it.
Mara: Nina-
Nina: I'm going home.
Mara: Nina! Watch-
I turned on my heels and I felt hot tea pour down my shirt.
Mara: Out…
Fabian: Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry, Nina. Here, let me-
Joy: Don't bother, Fabian. She's not worth it.
Fabian: You're Joy, right? Look, I barely know you and-
Joy: You came to my house yesterday. Don't you remember?
Of course he does. I embarrassed myself in front of him at least three times.
Fabian: Ya, but-
Joy: You had to remember me. And we were talking earlier-
Fabian: Look, I just came here to talk to- Nina!
By the time he noticed my disappearance, I was running down the bike path. The tea stung, but not as bad as this horrible day itself. When I assumed no one was following me, I slowed my pace to barely a walk. I searched my backpack for my song book, but found it missing. Crap. I left it in my locker. I turned around and headed for the school, but when I heard voices, I hid myself behind the bushes.
Joy: Gosh, Fabian is hot. I think he'll make the best boyfriend ever.
Mara: Don't you have a conscience? Don't you feel bad when you throw all of these guys away?
Joy: Of course not. I'm gorgeous, they want me, I let them have me, and I get rid of them.
Mara: Why don't you leave Fabian alone? He seems like a nice guy. I'd prefer you didn't corrupt every decent boy in town.
Joy: Why would you care?
She turned to face Mara and put on a face as if she was being challenged.
Joy: You don't like him, do you?
Mara: No! Of course not! It's just that-
Joy: Just that what?
Mara: What if he likes someone else?
Joy: Who cares? No one can resist me. No one.
Mara: But-
Joy: Just shut up, Mara! I don't give a shit if he hates me! He'll fall for me eventually and, when I'm done with my new toy, I'll throw him away like every other sweet hot guy!
Joy marched off to the house, but Mara stayed behind, muttering.
Mara: What a bitch. How the fuck am I related to her?
Nina: Hell, I ask myself that question all the time.
Mara jumped as I emerged from the bushes.
Mara: Nina, don't startle me like that! I almost messed my pants out of fear.
Nina: Sorry, I just- thank you, for standing up for me.
Mara: Hey, what are sisters for?
Nina: True.
I hugged her when I remember my song book.
Nina: Look, I've got to go. I'll see you back at the house.
Mara: Where are you going?
Nina: Left something in my locker.
I ran on the path until I reached the school. I walked to my locker, but froze in my footsteps. Why's my locker open? I rushed to the locker and checked for everything, but nothing was missing. I grabbed my song book and hurried to my room to change out of my tea-covered clothes. When I was done, I wore denim short shorts, a wrinkled Hunger Games t-shirt covered by an oversized Cambridge University sweatshirt, and my leather cowgirl boots, which are obviously my favorite shoes. My hair was let loose and, even though I tried to straighten it, it started curling itself. I flopped on my bed, looking through my song book. The book opened to my newest song, which is still a work-in-progress music wise. I grabbed the acoustic guitar my father left me and started playing the melody to the song, joining in with my voice.
The words of hate
Hold me down
The sounds of pain
Make me drown
The sights I see
Are my life
Bittersweet and full of strife
But I see the light
Tomorrow I am on my way
Because I see the path
I won't get lost for anything
No I won't get lost
I'll find my way
The light
Will guide
Me out
The smell of ash
From my past
The sense of worth
Falls too fast
I noticed the remainder of my song wasn't there. I saw the torn marks and realized why my locker was open. Someone came to my locker for my song book and tore out the rest of my song. Did I forget to mention that my song book doubles as my diary? Fuck my life.