A/N This chapter might be weird but I gave it my best shot, enjoy!

Chapter 11 Cookie dough

Jamie;

I know what they thought, I saw it in their pretty eyes and heard their stupid whispers, just because half of my brain was missing, apparently my ears didn't work, what annoyed me was they didn't even try to hide it, they just talked as if I couldn't hear them. To make it worse as I ran my hands over the brown wood outside the classroom, there was a guy staring at me, he didn't blink he just stared at me. It was weird and for some reason really annoyed me, I didn't make the connection straight away, I made when he let me in ahead of him and he smiled at me, that bastard had destroyed my cupcakes, well he wasn't going to get away with that. I took my seat at the very front of the room, I had to sit there because me ear wasn't so good, but I still had a good working one so I could hear them whispering about me and like I said they weren't exactly quiet which was just plain rude. I might be damaged but even I had manners. Ms Wilson gave us the recipie for today, apparently we were doing easy stuff this term and next term we would get to the harder stuff, bitchy, slutty and horse looking girl shot looks at me when she said that. How is that my fault? I don't make the lesson plans, did I? Wait...no I didn't so its not my fault.

"Now who would like to be Jamie's partner?" Ms Wilson asked gently to the rest of them, that was rude too. Uh hello, I was sitting right here, could they not see me? Or more to the point hear me because I was sitting here making trumpet sounds. I love trumpets, and the way they sound, they sound like elephants if you think about it, which of course got me thinking about space pickles, ugly stupid space pickles.

"Jamie?"

I was doing it again, zoning out and thinking about weird stuff, I looked up and it was Mr-destroys-cupcakes-for-no-apparent-reason. He smiled at me, I knew that kind of smile, it said, I'm being kind even though in about five seconds I'm gonna be a prick, it was a classic Iziah smile, she would be so proud if she liked him. I'm safe with saying that because Izzy don't like no body but us girls. Yay me!

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna start? Or would you like me too and you do what you can" He said it gently and very carefully like I couldn't follow simple instructions, would he be mad if I slapped him? Probably. I ignored him and went about setting up our station and pulling out bowls,

"I guess your starting" He sighed as he consulted the cooking book which was mine and I had coloured in with red colouring in pencils, everything had to be colourful, while he mixed wet ingredients, I mixed dry which was probably safer, if he left me with the wet we would be here forever.

"Jamie?" He said softly as I concentrated on measuring, I had to hold the little cup close to my face so I could see it, my eye wasn't so good and I didn't want to ask him, if he destroyed my cupcakes he would destroy my cookies. That wasn't not happening, I hope he realised that I wasn't a jar of stupid space pickles, mmmmmm space pickles. "Jamie?" He said again making me stop and look at him. I just stared at his face, making sure that my eyes didn't blink in sequence, apparently according to Harmoni and Raven that was really creepy, hopefully it would creep him out enough to leave me alone.

"I'm sorry about your cupcakes, I..."

Why did he suddenly stop? I really hated it when people did that, if you're gonna say something just say it. See, this is what I didn't get, people had no trouble talking as though I couldn't hear but they suddenly shut up when they had to say it to my face. Wait, are his lips moving again? He kept talking, really fast, I couldn't keep up and I had no idea what the hell he was saying but he was smiling again and I didn't understand why. When his lips stopped moving he looked at me waiting for an answer.

"I like your moustache" I said before going back to my cookies, they were the only thing that mattered right now. He let out a laugh and we went back to what we were doing.

"Whats your name? I wanna say Jerry but I think thats wrong" I looked up at him, his name wouldn't stick with me but I thought at least I had the manners to ask instead of just assuming like everyone else was doing with me.

"Punk, I told you that yesterday" He gave me a frown as he went back to the lovely red page.

"Yeah you did," I supplied, but didn't say anything else.

"Jamie what the hell do you think you're doing?" Horse face snapped coming up to us, she was really close to Punk which was weird, wait I got it now, she was his? Whats the right term? Right, whore. She was his whore. Glad its not me, that would of been really awkward.

"I am trying to make cookies, but people keep talking." I was getting frustrated now, why must people come between me and food? What was so bad with me eating? Seriously, all I ask is to make my food in peace and share it with my sisters, just to prove that I can do something without failing, they knew that but its still nice to be able to show off about something, especially when you only have half a brain.

"Here let me help you" She grabbed the bowl and slammed it over my head, I froze because goo was pouring over me and people were now laughing.

"There, did that help?" She asked innocently, I hated it but I was trying not to cry, all I wanted was to make cookies and now I couldn't. I pulled the slime from my eyes so I could see, she was hanging off Punk, her whole face lit up with glee. Then it happened, something in me just went snap, I don't know what it was but suddenly everything was red and I moved without knowing it. I slammed down the pre-heated oven and before even I knew what was happening, I was grabbing the horse by her scrawny little neck and trying to shove her in, if I couldn't have cookies I would have roasted horse. She screamed and tried to claw but suddenly I had strength that I didn't know exsisted. She kept trying to pull away and I just kept trying to put her face in, we were pulled apart and she was shouting that she had been burnt and I was going to pay. She was perfectly fine, just scared, at least thats what I thought, thats how I would feel if someone just tried to shove me inside a hot oven.

"Jamie! What is going on?" Ms Wilson asked me sternly, as horse face was comforted by her friends.

"She ruined my cookies"

"You're a psycho! Just like your freak-sisters!"

I tried to leap at her again but Ms Wilson held me back, I knew I was going to get in trouble but how come the horse wasn't? She ruined my food but that was ok?

"Jamie! Calm down!"

Now I started to cry, I couldn't help it, lips trembled and I had to try very hard not to break down again. I knew thats what she wanted but still I couldn't help it.

"She shouldn't even be here! She's retarded"

Evil. Pure and simple, evil over came any tears and sadness, I picked up the nearest thing I could and hurled it at that stupid horse, I may only have half a brain but my throwing arm is in fantastic shape, she ducked and the sharp knife lodged in the wall behind her.

I made it worse but it was worth it, if she stopped talking and died, it would be worth it. I was told to go and see the head lady person but I couldn't remember the way, so I just walked out to the quad and sat down in the mess and wondered why people picked on me. Seriously, what was their fucking issue with me? I was nice to everyone or at least I tried to be, it just seemed that they loved to punish me because I was a Michales, how the fuck is that fair? I have no idea just how long I sat there but it must of been a while cause I heard the bell, the loud noise made me smile, if I had to leave this school because I tried to roast a horse, I am totally taking the bell with me.

"Jamie?"

I looked up hoping it was one of my sisters, my brain told me it wasn't but I still couldn't help but hope, instead it was Punk (?) He sat down beside me, inches from me and the goopy mess that I was covered in.

"You ok?"

"You know just because I'm a retard doesn't mean I can't feel feelings, do you think I'm ok?" I sighed and looked at him sadly, "You'll understand that I'm bitchy, your girlfriend seems to think its funny to cover me in cookie dough mess and then call me something I'm not"

He patted my hand, why the hell would he do that? I only had one answer, it was nothing but pure pity, he felt sorry for me. It was either pity or bullies, I didn't need either, I needed to be left alone.

"I bought you something, and I'm sorry she ruined your cookies, and I'm sorry that I ruined your cupcakes" He handed me something, gently I unwrapped it, cookies.

"You got cookies"

"I made them, I hope you like them, my baking isn't so good but I thought these would cheer you up"

They did cheer me up, "Thank you Punk"

He patted my hand again and thats when I noticed he was shaking, weird. "I'll try to make sure that Barbie stops picking on you. Although it was pretty funny how to you tried to roast her"

I took a cookie and gave it too him, and I was shocked that he took it and bit into it,

"Didn't think you would like it that I tried to kill your girlfriend, or at least roast her"

He didn't say anything but his eyes did something weird, I couldn't explain it so I had no clue what it was, I guess I could ask him but I was too busy looking at the birds.

"What have you got next Jamie?"

I rolled up my sleeve where I had written on my arm in order which classes I had that day, "Uh drama."

He stood up and gently pulled me up, his hand was sweaty and shaking, so glad I didn't have to hold his hand all day, that would of been mega gross. "C'mon, I'll walk you"

"You don't have too, I'm not too retarded that I don't know the way" I couldn't help it, people only offered to help when they thought I was too stupid to do it myself, except my sisters, they knew my limits.

He shrugged like he hadn't heard me, "I thought I'd walk you because I'm bored and I have nothing to do,"

I brightened up, even if he was lying, maybe this would be the day where I walked to class without someone calling me a mean name or tried to trip me over. He didn't say much on the way, I wanted to talk but I would only spit cookie crumbs at him, his cookies weren't that bad, nothing compared to what I've tasted but still nice. Drama would have something clean for me to change into, ooh hopefully I could wear something sparkly.

"Jamie?"

I wasn't listening again, but I swallowed my mouthful and looked at him, I liked his eyes too, they were a lovely sea green. I've always liked green.

"For what its worth, I don't think you are a retard."

That was the nicest thing I had heard from anyone that wasn't my family, I had to admit, lie or not, it was very nice. "Thanks Punk"

Punk;

I liked seeing her smile. I may not be able to stop everyone else hurting her, but I vowed I would stop one person from hurting her and that someone was me. Barbie would get what was coming, whores always did. Especially when your last name is Michales.