Good day, everyone! Thank you to why do you care for reviewing. Yes, I know this story is weird. It is meant to be. I'm glad you like it though. Anyway, here's the next chapter! I probably have some characters OOC, so tell me if you think I should be writing them differently. And by the way, I have nothing against Kansas, even though this chapter is possibly a bit offensive. Actually, I live in Kansas. I also don't have anything against lesbians. And I realize I forgot it in the first chapter, so….
Disclaimer: The only things I own are the plot and Raevyn. I don't own My Babysitter's a Vampire or anything associated with it.
Rory slid onto the bench next to Ethan.
"So, did you guys find out who that girl is?" he asked.
Benny nodded. "Her name is Ariana Sanchez, but she says if you call her anything but Raevyn Lachrymae, you'll regret it. I have to show her around school today. She's new. Just moved here from Kansas."
Rory snorted. "Kansas? As in the state of hillbillies, corn, and wheat?"
"Pretty much."
Raevyn walked over and greeted them, sitting down next to Benny. She picked at her food and sighed, mumbling to herself.
"Why are you talking to yourself?" asked Rory.
She looked up. "Because I feel like it. Can't I talk to myself?" She threw her hands in the air. "Won't anybody let me do what I want to do anymore?"
She pushed her tray aside and slammed her face onto the table, her poof of hair obscuring her head. "I hate my life," she muttered.
Benny scooted away from Raevyn. "Wackjob," he mouthed. The guys nodded.
They finished their lunches in silence and headed back to class.
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Raevyn dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes.
"I'm home!" she yelled.
"Do you have to shout?" her dad called from upstairs.
"Yes, I do!"
Her father stomped down the stairs.
"Are you giving me an attitude?"
She snorted. "Do you have ears?"
He slapped her hard across the face. "Don't talk to me like that!" he snapped.
Raevyn wiped the blood from her lip and sneered at him. "I'll talk to you however I want to. It's your fault we had to move to this stupid place! I don't care if we were dirt poor. I liked it in Kansas. That's where I want to live, with my friends. Not here. I hate it here!"
"How do you know? You've only been here for two days! I work hard to provide for this fam—"
"I don't care! I hate it here!" repeated Raevyn. "I want my old life back, and my old friends! I wanted to stay where everyone knew me, and vice versa! I want out of this stupid town, and I want out of this family!"
She ran off to her new room and slammed the door, fastening all ten previously acquired locks. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow, ignoring her father pounding on the door.
She sat up at the sound of her father's footsteps disappearing down the hall. Sliding onto the floor amidst the open cardboard boxes, she reached into one a pulled out a picture frame. It was a photograph of her and all her closest friends. Standing up, Raevyn hung it gently on the wall, as if too harsh a movement would shatter it into a million pieces.
After a few hours, she finally finished unpacking her room. It almost looked as if it were the old one. But she knew that the moment she stepped out of the sanctuary, it would be like stepping out of heaven and into hell. She threw open the window and leaned out.
"My life's a whore and this town's a bitch!" she screamed to the sky. She pulled her head back in and slammed the window shut, starting down the stairs. Her parents were both working. She had to cook. She couldn't let her sisters go hungry.
"Raevyn?" said Vallah, tugging on the leg of her sister's jeans. "I have a runny nose. I need a tissue."
Sighing, Raevyn smiled. "Of course, sweetie."
She searched the cabinets until she found a box of Kleenex. She ripped open the top and handed the box to the six-year-old. "Here you go."
Vallah blew her nose and beamed. "Thanks, Sissy."
"No problem. What do you want for dinner?"
"Macaroni and cheese!"
Raevyn chuckled. "Alright then, macaroni and cheese it is. That alright with you, Sabina?" she asked her twelve-year-old sister as she strolled through the door.
"Sure, whatever," the girl replied, sounding bored.
"Why do you write so much?" Sabina asked as she shoveled a bite of macaroni into her mouth.
Raevyn looked up from her notebook. "Huh?"
"Why do you write so much? All the free time you've got, you're writing a story. Is that healthy for you? You never go anywhere. You should get a boyfriend or something."
"You know the rules, dad said I can't until I'm eighteen," Raevyn reminded her.
"Yeah, but since when have you ever listened to anything he said?"
Raevyn didn't answer. She didn't want to have to say the embarrassing truth: no guy would date her. None wanted to. They just weren't interested. It was as if she repelled the male gender completely.
Sabina gasped. "I knew it! You're a lesbian, aren't you?"
"No!" Raevyn snapped. "I just don't want to date anyone. Now finish your dinner before I devour your soul."
Sabina rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. But I would've thought that at this age, you might have learned to love."
And Raevyn felt as if she might burst out crying, something she had vowed never to do again. Her heart gave a painful squeeze. Because the one time she had loved, she ruined it, just like everything else she tried to do. She had only ever loved one man. And she didn't think it would happen again. She'd been bitter and hateful ever since. She would never learn to love.
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