Chapter Two - Closer Connection
Zip, I laced up my combat boots. I then put on some black skinny jeans and my favorite maroon hoodie.
Then, using some new hair dye, I re-did my streak. Since my hair didn’t get blow dried last night, it was slightly curled. Lastly, I put on some foundation, mascara, and grey eye shadow. I’m going to have to try extra hard to look good today. Last night’s beating was far worse than anything I’ve had before. Hiding all the damage is going to be a big challenge.
It was six a.m. school doesn’t start for another hour and it only takes thirty minutes to walk the mile. But I have to leave before Ashley gets up. I do not want to see her. I grabbed my backpack and hopped out the window and started to walk. As I hiked, I built up the courage to look at my scars. They were all scabbed.
Last night is fuzzy. I remember it, but it’s not crystal clear. One of the head blows might have jacked up my memory a bit. But it didn’t jack it up enough to erase it from my mind, I remember the first hit. I remember the wooden paddle slamming into my back. This was immediately followed by several strikes to the head. Then my arms, shoulders, legs and face. Each hit gave me several splinters. I still remember.
I remember every beating. Every time, every drop of blood I ever shed. I remember.
I also remember mystery boy. The entire reason I got into this mess. We’ve only spoken once. I wonder if he remembers me. Of course he doesn’t, people never remember me.
I kept moving. Gravel rolled underneath my feet. Animals rushed throughout the forest. The morning fog was here, all the usual.
I started to go closer to the tree line. I never enjoyed the open road. In the forest I could see wild flowers of every color. Birds flapped freely overhead. I could hear the occasional buzzing of bees. This is exactly how I like it, soothing.
In the distance I could see Black Forest High School. I could see the students running around being idiots. As I came closer, I could see Lyndzy and Taylor sitting under “their” tree. I could see Ms. Milan, Mrs. Bleech, and other teachers in the teachers’ parking lot. Then I saw mystery boy. He was sitting on a rock talking to someone on the phone. Once I was close to the door, I stole a peek.
I was a little too late. He was already watching me. He just stared as he talked. I tried to act as if I hadn’t noticed and just kept walking.
Ding, ding, ding. That was the bell, school had started. I had social studies, with Ms. Lancaster, for first hour.
I stopped at my locker. While entering my combination, I inspected the scenery. Taylor was at her locker a few down from mine. Lyndzy was across the hall. A few boys were galloping around like the dumb boys they are.
Taylor left and went to talk to someone. I couldn’t see his face, but his blonde and black hair gave him away. Lyndzy started to glance that way, so Taylor went to catch up with her. Mystery boy went to his locker which was right next to mine. This was...