A/N: Hope you like my next instalment of my story! Sorry if it seems kind if boring so far, but by the time Jared is introduced there will be a lot going on!
A misplaced sound echoes through my mind as the clutches of sleep slowly fade away. My eyes open, and my heart rate increases slightly, as it does every time my alarm startles me from a deep sleep. As the memory from the night before begins to replay through my mind, I make sure not to hit the snooze button. I couldn't tell what hurt more from him, him being my father: his obvious show of mistrust, or his irrational concern over my grades. To say I was feeling paranoid, about waking up on time, about my strained relationship with my parents, or about how damn cold I am, was an understatement. At least my Dad talked to me on occasion, I thought as I sat up in bed. I couldn't remember the last time I had a real conversation with my Mom.
When I stepped out of bed, me feet hitting cold wooden floorboards, I was surprised to see the sun. There were no clouds in the sky. My stomach fluttered. Feeling the rays of sunshine on my face, and seeing the way the light caught on the crystallized water covering the view before me, had me itching to reach for my paint brush. My eyes darted around frantically, trying to absorb every refined detail and enhanced colour of the stunning visual landscape before me. I hadn't seen the sun in two week, as the constant rain and snow, not unusually for this time of year, blocked the warm rays. Despite my 'talk' last night with my Dad, something about the clear cerulean sky left me feeling happy. I pulled my gaze away from the window regretfully, and began to get ready for my day. I was anxious now to get outside and take in the silent beauty that the fresh snow had undoubtably provided. At first, I whistled while I made breakfast, but the way the unusual sound echoed through the house had a shiver crawling up my spine. That tune died out pretty quickly, as I was reminded of the loneliness this house breathed.
Still plagued with thoughts of my day yesterday, I thought, hopefully, about talking to Sally-Margret again today. The hundred dollar bill Dad said he would leave out was on the counter, so I grabbed it. I decided to skip the rain coat today, instead opting for an extra sweater. Hopefully the clear sky would last the day, and I wouldn't have to walk home in a snowstorm, or cold rain. I left the house with a bounce in my step, excited by the mist of my breath. The only disturbance in the snow was a set of tire tracks, left by my Dads vehicle as he left for work early this morning.
I was half way down the driveway before I realized my mothers black Sedan was in it, hidden by a fresh blanket of snow. I wondered why. Was she sick? I decide to go back into the house and make sure she was okay.
"Mom..?" I yelled into the empty house as I opened the front door. The way my voice echoed left me wondering if she had simply caught a ride with my Dad in his bigger, four wheeled drive hummer. Immediately that idea was squashed out. My parents had never carpooled to Port Angeles in all my life. The amount of times they stayed late meant that there was no such thing as punctuality.
"MoooOOOOooom?" I yelled again, now stepping into the house. There was no answer. I run upstairs, slowed down by all of the layers I was wrapped in, positive she must be sick. She never sleeps in, and hadn't missed a day of work since my Grandmothers funeral.
"Mom..?" I said knocking on her bedroom door. The sound muffled from my gloves. I peer into the dark room to see her figure moving in the sheets. I must have woken her. My hand shakes as it slides along the wall, looking for the light switch in the dark room, something about the situation feeling off. I flip on the light switch to see her and... Mr. Braun? Both of them tense, and my stomach drops, but not in the same way it had when I'd taken in the view from my room this morning.
"Mom?" I question. My voice sounds weak and dead. "What are you doing, why is my teacher in your bed? And Dads bed? You're cheating?" I draw a conclusion to the obvious out loud. Her head shoots up, and a spark of something flares behind her eyes. Guilt, maybe? But as quickly as it appears, it is gone, replaced by annoyance. "How could you?" I feel tears in my eyes.
"Kim!" She sounds angry, although I don't know why. I should be the one who's angry. But instead of feeling angry, I feel deflated. Like this is somehow all my fault. "Can't you see I'm a little preoccupied!" She sternly says to me, her eyes narrowing into a glare. My chemistry teacher awkwardly clears his throat, his face about as red as mine feels. "I thought I raised you with better manners! Apparently not."
"Does Dad know about this?" I say quietly, unable to meet the look of disappointment on her flushed face. My eyes glued to the floor.
"No, he doesn't know Kimberly! Now get out. I don't have to explain myself to you, and you better not tell him or you're dead." A chill ran down my back, and I bolted from my spot in the doorway. The large, hallow house suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.
It was then that I left, the sunny day ruined for me. I feel ill the whole way to school, thinking I'm going to be sick. The cold air does nothing but encourage the shivers of failure that rake up and down my body. That's what I felt like; a failure. If only I'd been a better daughter, mom wouldn't need to find comfort from someone else. If I'd been more engaged after my Grandmas death, maybe my parents wouldn't work so much. I press the tears away, knowing that crying won't make what I've done any better. I force a smile as I walk along the quite road to school, maybe she's happy being with him. If she is finding happiness that I couldn't provide, then I should be happy for her. By the time I arrive at school, I'm a sweaty, sticky mess, although I don't really understand why. I blame the shock of realizing that my mom isn't happy. I go to my locker and pressed my forehead against the cool metal, seeking relief from my pounding headache. The sounds of chatter from the school hallways was increasing my agitation. Slowly, as the cool metal numbed my forehead, the sounds of chatter faded into the background.
"Kim!" A loud voice came from no where, like a freight train in my right ear, and I startled. "Hey- oh my, you don't look so good." Sally-Margret said sliding up next to me. She had two other girls trailing behind her.
"I-I'm fine." I say, straightening myself and taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
"Are you sure? You don't want to go home?" At the mention of home I blanched. No, I didn't want to go home. A nagging thought in the back of my head reminded me that I didn't know where home really was. I pushed it down, shaking my head as if to erase the memory.
"No, no I'm good." I say to Sally-Margret. "Home is the last place I want to be Right now actually. Um, so who are your friends?" I was desperate to change the subject, trying to ignore the guilt welling inside me, and the two other girls With Sally-Margret seemed like a good distraction.
"Well, okay?" Sally seems hesitant to drop the subject. I must look pretty terrible, I think. After a moment, she takes my bait, her hesitance shifting to excitement.
"Kim, these are my friends." She gestures to the girls behind her. "This is Karla, and Cera." I nod and give them a smile, not wanting to shake their hands, as mine was clammy and accompanied by a slight tremble. Karla and Cera were both very pretty girls. I notice. A spark of insecurity lights inside me, but I smother it as best I can. Again, I take in how they look, standing among the crowd of kids in the hallway. Blending in with russet skin, but standing out as individuals. Karla has crazy curly, chestnut hair with big brown eyes and a strong jaw line, her russet skin, dark and red. Cera on the other hand, appears quite light, her chocolate hair, broad nose, and creamed coffee skin were a striking contrast against her charcoal black eyes.
"It's a pleasure." I said and nod again.
"Maggie told us what you did yesterday to Rebeca! That is amazingly awesome and I think you need to be our best friend! She has dirt on everyone at this school, anyone who has the guts to stand up to her is alright by my books." Karla speaks, her voice low and whimsical, with a slight raspiness. What she says is something I barely grasp, the idea of acceptance something very foreign to me.
"Uh... Thanks?" I didn't know if that was an appropriate answer, but it's all I could think to say.
"I think you were very brave." Cera says, the sound of her voice rather soft and high, compared to Karla. The way the words are pronounced by her soft mouth gives me a clear message. Her words are well thought out, and a reflection of her gentle nature. I shrug again, not used to so much attention. My face undoubtably reflecting the embarrassment I feel inside, the heat I feel in my face confirmation to me.
"Are you sure you are feeling okay?" Sally-Margret asks again after the high shriek of the warning bell rings. "Because we can walk you to your first class if you want?" I'm about to decline, when in remember I have Chemistry. The thought of seeing my chem teacher makes my stomach churn. The knot of anxiety pangs with the remembrance of this mornings events, and maybe something else. I don't know if I can look at him, knowing he had sex with my Mom.
"Actually, you're right, I'm not feeling so good." Sally-Margret looks surprised by my sudden change in attitude. "I'm just going to go to the nurses office and lie down for a while."
"I'm going that way... I can take you." Cera pipes up gently, lopping my arm in hers. She pulled me along to the office without saying a word, easily weaving between the mass of students all rushing to their first class. I decided I liked Cera, her presence was surprisingly calming.
"Mrs. Learson, my friend isn't feeling well." I smiled at Cera, shocked she would so casually call me her friend, and she smiled back. The unease I'd expected when Cera had first started dragging me to the nurse was non existent. Only having just meet her, I did felt like her friend already. Apparently the feeling was mutual.
When Cera left, I was asked if I wanted to lay down. I eagerly accepted the nurses offer, laying on the cot in the back of the room. Again, my suspicion of how bad I looked was confirmed, as she didn't ask to take my temperature, opting instead to place a cool cloth on my forehead. After asking if I needed anything, a ride home one of the many things on her list, she left me alone.
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I jump awake at the sound of the bell, my limbs feeling heavy, and my vision and hearing slowly coming back into focus. I had no recollection of falling asleep, and, as I sit up from the cot, a dull ache begins to thump in my chest. A glance at the clock tells me I'd only been asleep for the fifty minutes it took for first period to end. I gathered my beaten down bag from the floor, and left for my second block class, no where in sight.
When second block ended I hauled my aching body off to English lit, where I stayed with my head against the desk the whole block. I was thankful, in this moment, of my anonymity. No one spared me a second glance, including my teacher. I pretty much did the same thing in Art, hunching over a half completed pencil drawing, my pencil leaving small, useless scratches on the picture before me. I couldn't even remember what it was I was supposed to be drawing, but the mindless work gave me something else to think about. Sally-Margret made small talk with me and got me a juice at some point during the block.
When lunch time rolled around, Sally-Margret pulled me with her to where she sat in the cafeteria. Which was relatively quiet today due to the transient sunshine. The three girls sharing the table with me, made idle small talk and encouraged me to go home, but, every time home was mentioned, I felt quite sick again. One of the girls casually mentioned that Mr. Braun had a substitute today. To them, the news was of little consequence, leaving no imprint, to me, it felt as if the very words were sinking deep into my bones, carving themselves into my being, into my essence. After that, the little I'd participated in the conversation ended.
"Kim!" Sally-Margret startled me from the graphic images running through my head. "I'm taking you home, okay? You just seem to be getting worse, and worse."
"Wait. What? No, no, Sally-Margret. I don't want to go home." I said, getting up from the lunch table to make a break for History. The girls all looked at me funny. Considering the warning bell wasn't due to go for another five minutes, I didn't blame them.
"Then I'll take you to my house! My mom is a nurse and is really nice and will take care of you. Also, you don't have to call me by my full first name. Just Sally, or Maggie, what ever you want really." I was trapped, I realized. The table the girls sat at was near the back corner, and now, I had no way to escape around Sally-Margret.
"But-History!" I protested, my thoughts on the boy who might possibly be asleep beside me. The thought was irrational, considering he had been absent since the previous Tuesday and I hadn't seen him all week. But a part of me still hoped to see him walk into class, slump down into his seat, and promptly fall asleep. It was a strange ritual, but one that I craved none the less. Something about sitting next to your crush of countless years left excitement racing through your veins.
"No. You are sick, come with me." Sally dragged me to my locker, no clue as to my reasons for protest, and then out to the parking lot. She gave me a look, daring me to say anything. I didn't. She then pulled us up to a small red Volkswagen rabbit, before shoving me into the passengers seat. We were at her place 5 minutes later.
"Mom! I'm home!" Sally yelled into the house. The smell of freshly baked bread and ground cinnamon entered my nose and made me feel slightly more relaxed. A fairly young looking woman entered into the large foyer. She looked exactly like Sally-Margret. Small, with short black hair, freckles, and large butterscotch eyes. The only difference between the two, was the grey streaks in hair.
"Hello Duckie. You're home early?" She said, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Who's your friend?" She asked.
"Mom, this is Kim. She wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go home. So I brought her here."
"Okay, well, that's fine. Just get her comfy on the couch and I'll bring you some lemonade." Sally dragged me to the couch and pulled a blanket over the two of us, turning on the T.V.
"You wanna watch some Netflix?" Sally asked me. I shrugged, and she put on the first episode of the vampire diaries.
"So Kim, I don't really know you that well. Do you have any hobbies?" I blushed. Sally was being so nice to me.
"Um, yeah. I surf and draw."
"That's cool. Who taught you to surf."
"Uh-my Dad. When I was young. He doesn't surf anymore."
"Well that's co-" she got cut of then by her mother putting down two glasses of lemonade. Who makes lemonade it the middle of January?
"Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins." I said with a mumble.
"Kim, please, call me Jane."
"Okay." I said again. Giving her a smile.
Me and Sally spent the rest of the afternoon watching 'The vampire diaries' on Netflix, and she gushed about how "hawt" Damon was, who ever that was. Needless to say I was feeling greatly improved when five of her siblings walked in the door. The first was Alexander, a senior at our school who walked straight into the kitchen. As far as I knew he was dating Sabrina Klerk. Next was Nicole-Airabella, a sophomore. Isaiah came in next. He was in grade seven. Then Paisly-Winter, who was nine, and of course Nathan-Paddfeet, who was six, in grade one and missing three teeth.
Nicole and Paisly came to sit with us. They too voiced there opinion to me after we'd been introduced, about the "hawter" vampire. They both liked Stefan more (who ever that was!) The girls started arguing with each other and then Alexander walked in shoving an entire muffin into his mouth. He paused, rolled his eyes, and then voiced his opinion about the boy crazed girls. I'd expected him to say something along the lines of "You're gross," but when he said, "obviously Damon was the more attractive one and Paisly and Nicole are wrong" I almost spit out lemonade. Which made Paisly laugh so hard she fell off the couch. Isaiah came in and he did call us all gross, before going upstairs, while Nathan (Paddy) said he wanted to watch spongebob.
"Kim, right?" Alex asked once he'd swallowed all the food in his mouth. I nodded.
"Are you the girl who called Rebecca a bully in front of the whole 11th grade?" I nodded, and blushed. That was kind of a spur of the moment thing.
"Well, anyone who has the nerve to stand up to that bitch is my hero."
"Who's a bitch?" Nicole asked, prying her eyes from the T.V, suddenly interested in our conversation.
"Don't say the word bitch!" Sally scolded them from her seat beside me.
"Why is she a bitch?" Paisly asked innocently.
"What's a bitch?" Paddy asked.
"Rebecca is a bitch." Alex said to Nicole. Then Sally started to scold Paisly, and Nicole, and Alex. Of course now everyone was saying the word bitch. Even Paddy, who was just saying the word over and over laughing and screaming. Isaiah appeared at the top of the stairs and asked what all the bitching was about and then laughed so hard he tripped and fell some which made me laugh.
"Stop saying the word bitch!" Sally yelled.
"Only if you stop saying bitch, bitch." Alex responded.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch..." Paddy laughed.
"Sal don't be a bitch about the bitch thing." Nicole replied. The whole room echoed with the word 'bitch' and voices were gradually reaching shouting point. Then the door slammed and another voice was added to the yelling.
"Honey! Why is everybody saying bitch?"
It was at this moment I became deaf. The entire room stopped, and said "Dad!" all at once.
Then everyone ran at him except for Alex, who explained he'd just gotten home from a business trip to New York. I'd never seen such a well rounded family before. Once Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins had been briefed and explained to about the whole 'bitch' incident they laughed so hard that Jane cried. Then they explained to Paddy that 'bitch' was a hurting word not meant to be said and that no one should have said it. Then, when it was quiet, I was invited to dinner.
I unlocked the front door to my dreary home at about seven, locking it behind me. The house was dark, and empty, so I made my way to my room. I had a lot of fun at Sally's house. Sally, Isaiah and I helped with dinner, while Paisly made dessert. (She loved to bake) and we all laughed over roasted chicken, potatoes, sweet corn, and biscuits. Then we ate chocolate cake for dessert and I was praised when Sally told her parents that I'd stood up for her at school yesterday, which meant that I stuttered a lot and my blush never left. I entered my room, which was too chilled to have me take my coat off. Surprisingly I didn't have any homework, probably because I missed most of my classes, so I started to pack up my room for the move upstairs.
My Dad and mother arrived home at nine, surprisingly at the same time, and then went to bed. I finished packing up the majority of my things, and I too, went to bed.
The next three days went by in a blur. At home I finished moving all my stuff to the attic room, including my bed, which I had to disassemble in order to move it, and I got groceries on Wednesday. At school I sat with Sally, Cera, and Karla at lunch, never contributing much to conversation. I discovered that Cera, quiet, insightful Cera, had a crush on Sally's brother, Alex, who was dating Sabrina. Well I didn't discover so much as figure out. It seemed pretty obvious to me, not so much to the other two. Karla was in hyperactive mode almost all the time, and Sally was so kind that I was surprised that she didnt have a boyfriend.
Rebecca gave our little group constant glares, but I ignored them. Also, Jared, the boy of my affections since I was ten, was gone from history for the rest of the week. History wasn't my favourite class anymore. Neither was chemistry. A class I almost liked before, If not for Mr. Braun, who was screwing my mom.
On Friday, at lunch things got interesting with my new friends.
"Kim?" Karla said, getting my attention.
"Yeah?" I said, then stuffed my sandwich in my mouth.
"You never seem very happy when lunch ends why? You seem worried? Or anxious about something." I was shocked. I didn't think Karla the type to notice these things.
"Oh, it's nothing, really." I said blushing. All three looked at me weirdly.
"Uh huh, suuuure. Because the blush on your cheeks is telling me differently." Sally said. Then they all started gushing, and I cursed my supreme ability to turn cherry red at anything remotely embarrassing.
"Is there a boy she like in history with her?"
"Defs. But who...?"
"Tony?"
"Ew no one likes Tony, what about Paul?" They looked back at me.
"No way, too angry."
"You guys, I don't like anyone in history class." I said cleverly, because, well technically, Jared wasn't in history class at the moment. He was sick.
"So, you like someone not in history class?" Sally questioned.
"Who then?" Pestered Karla.
"Girls. Enough. I don't like anyone in school at the moment." They were all quiet for a moment before Cera spoke up.
"I know! What about Jared Cameron? He may go to school here, but he's sick or something. So technically he doesn't fall under the title of 'anyone in the school.'"
Then they turned to look at me, all getting super close. The three girls honed in on me, like they were starving animals and I just so happened to be carrying a juicy steak. Sweat broke out along my hairline, and I couldn't escape their intense stares. Again I cursed my uncanny ability to turn into a tomato.
"Um-uh. Could you please stop staring into my soul. You're making me uncomfortable." I finally relented.
"I knew it!" Karla cried, ecstatic.
"Okay, okay. So I have a small crush on Jared Cameron. But it isn't even worth it. I'm average, and he's..."
"He's...?" They all said.
"Well, he's Jared. He is never going to notice me."
"Sure he will Kim! I mean your kind, and you stand up for people and you have the prettiest eyes." Sally told me. Of course, I blushed.
"And not to mention, you got a little somethin' somethin' hidden in your baggy sweat shirt."
"Girls stop. I'm not out going, I just- That was a one time thing with standing up for you, Sally. I was sick of her annoying self centred gossip. And Karla, if your telling me I'm fat, thanks."
"Kim you aren't fat. I was referring to you D size breasts!" She said. Once her words hit me I sunk down in embarrassment. A few of the guys, sitting at various nearby tables, had turned up to look. I turned my hood up to block my red face, giving Karla my most evil glare.
"Say that any louder, and I'll hit you in the face."
"Hey it's not my fault your dense?"
"See, Sally! I'm not all of those things. I'm dense. No one likes a brick. So there is no way," my voice dropped to a whisper, " Jared, is going to like me." I could literally feel the heat of their stares.
"Kim, I think if you like Jared you should get to know him. There is no point in acting like you aren't good enough." Cera said.
"Okay. I'll talk to him. But only because your making me sweat with your intense staring!" The girls seemed satisfied with my answer and they left me alone to drown in my own embarrassment.
The bell rang at the end of the day and I was pushed out the doors with the mob of kids. A hand grabbed my elbow and pulled me to the side, I screamed in surprise but it was only Karla fishing me from the crowd.
"Hey Kim! Sally had to leave early to pick up her younger siblings but the girls and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out this weekend. We usually go to Cera's because she doesn't have any siblings." Instinctively, I felt my head turning to say no, but I stopped mid shake. All of my life I'd been turning people away, and these girls we being so kind to me, including me in their lives. I could at least try to do the same.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Karla squeezed.
"Yeah. Okay. I'd love to." I nodded and smiled. Karla squealed with excitement.
"Okay, so, we're meeting at Cera's tomorrow at 4:30. We're having pizza and junk food. Do you have any movie preferences?" I shook my head no.
"No? What, no you don't have any preferences, or no you don't like movies?" She asked. I cleared my throat. Talking alone with Karla was different. She talked a lot but also made sure you were constantly engaged with her.
"No, I do not have any movie preferences, I'm good with anything."
"Great, do you have a cell phone number so I can text you Cera's address?" Her crazy curly hair bounced with every word she said.
"No, actually I don't have a cell phone. But you can have my home telephone number. "You don't have a cell phone?" She asked bewildered, before abruptly moving on. "Okay. Whatever. What's your home number?" I gave it to her and she hugged me before heading to the parking lot. I shrugged to myself, still processing what had just haooened. Somehow Karla had managed to invite me over, and get my phone number, and disappear in thirty seconds. If there was one thing to say about Karla, it was her enthusiasm.
Mom's car was in the driveway when I arrived. I sighed, not wanting to face her. I snuck into the house as quietly as possible. She was in the kitchen doing something. I doubted it was the dishes because one, I did the dishes every night, and two, mom would never dirty her manicured hands doing the dishes. So I slipped past her and down the hall to the staircase.
"Kim!" She yelled in her falsetto voice. My shoulders tensed, and I slowly spun around to go see her. My wet sneakers squeaked against the floor.
"Yes, Mother?" I said upon entering into the spacious kitchen. She looked up from the veggies she was cutting and looked me up and down. He perfectly styled hair framing her scowling face.
"Oh God what are you wearing?" She looked disgustingly at the large grey hoodie and jeans I was wearing. I immediately went into defence mode. My jeans were tattered and worn thin around the knees. It's not my fault. I only had two pairs, and I've had them since I was 14. I hadn't grown since then.
"What are you wearing?" I asked in return. She had on a low cut champaign coloured dress, that pushed her boobs out, with a very high slit on either side of her thighs.
"Nothing... Anyways. That's not important. I want you to stay in your room tonight."
"What? Why?" My defensive demeanour fell and I was now questioning why I had to stay upstairs, in my cold room all night.
"Your father is working late and I'm having some friends over." I rolled my eyes.
"It's not my teacher is it?" I asked with disgust, face blanking at the thought.
"Kimberly Amelia Connweller! That is none of your fucking business. Now go to your room!" She snapped at me and turned red. Feeling tears in my eyes I ran up to the attic. I pulled out my homework, stifling my emotions.
I sat on my bed looking out the window, numb to emotion, watching for anyone to arrive. My bedroom was freezing, as always, and I was buried under a quilt. At 4:54 a fancy blue car drove by our house very slowly, which I found odd. Then, five minutes later, four men, none that I recognized, walked up the driveway. All of them were in suits, and were carrying briefcases. I scoffed. No wonder mom was wearing that dress.
By 7:30 my stomach was rumbling consistently, and I'd read ahead a whole chapter in history, taking notes I'd pre-determined we were going to be assigned. I was hungry and whatever my mother had cooked smelled delicious. Every so often the sound of laughter and the clang of dishes would reach my ears from three stories down. Tears pricked at my eyes and boredom at my mind. I'd finished all my homework for the weekend, and my room was too dark to draw in.
At about ten o'clock the sounds of laughter had changed. My mother and her 'guests' were no longer in the kitchen. So, silently, feet clad in two pairs of socks, I creeped down the attic stairs and onto the second floor hallway. I slid past my old room, and was almost to the stairs. When a loud, angry, shout penetrated my hear drums. I froze, shoulders to my ears. But then the noise happened again; I hadn't been caught. So where was the noise coming from? I paled, and collapsed against the stairwell wall.
It was coming from my mothers bedroom. The angry screaming wasn't angry at all, but lust filled. Those men weren't in the business I'd originally thought. I felt queasy, my appetite lost.
I ran down the stairs and through the surprisingly warm kitchen. I paused when I saw the thick stack of cash on the table. I grabbed it. There was $1100 of cash just laying around. With shaking blue fingers, I grabbed a $20, the smallest bill, and ran out the door with my scarf, gloves, hat, and coat. There was an old bike in the shed, and I knew it was faster than running. I shoved the bill into my coat, and took off on the rusty bike, begging the tears in my eyes not to fall. Once again, I'd been pushed aside by my Mother, and left to fend for myself. I rode, as fast as I could, just trying to get away. To get away from everything.
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