Chapter Two

Peyton and I arrived to class just before the bell rang. I took a seat in the back with Peyton. I pulled out a number two pencil from my pink neat binder, my History composition note book, and dense textbook.

"You made it, girls; just on time." Mr. Rogers grinned, his pearly white teeth sparkling.

"Yep." Peyton replied, her pink lips forming a small smile. I nodded in agreement. He walked to his desk, picking up a thick stack of papers and strolling up to the front of the classroom. Mr. Rogers threw down the stack onto the table. The whole class whined.

"Ugh, really?!" William Moswell complained, slapping the desk with his hands.

"Yes, really. Would you rather be smart and living in a nice house or be stupid, living in a old box on the street and smell like you got knocked over while using a porta potty?" Mr. Rogers asked, arching his thin eyebrows at William.

"I see you chose the second option Mr. Rogers." The class roared with laughter.

"You see, I live in a nice house with a excellent job and a very nice car. Therefore, you're incorrect." Mr. Rogers informed, tilting head and running his fingers over his short brown hair with a smirk on his face. Everyone 'oohed'. I couldn't help but laugh. "Now, everyone come on up and grab a piece of this paper." He gestured towards the pile. I got up slowly, walked over and took one. William pouted, then lazily got up and got one as well. "Good choice Mr. Moswell."

　

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After History class, I waited outside the classroom for Peyton to get done asking Mr. Rogers a question when Trinity showed up. Great! I thought, starting to walk away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Trinity snapped.

"Um, to class?" I shrugged like it was pretty obvisious. Her and her posse laughed.

"Not anymore." Katie growled.

"Yeah." Maddie charmed in. She gripped both of my shoulders and threw me up against the lockers. My back smacked them so hard.

"What shall we do with her girls?" Trinity asked, her plump red lips smirking.

"Punch her!" Katie shrieked. Maddie nodded in agreement almost too eagerly. Trinity pulled back her arm, aimed for her target and punched me in my right eye. I wailed in pain. I heard the classroom door across from us creak open.

"What is going on here?!" Mr. Rogers yelled in anger. Trinity, Katie, and Maddie's eyes widened like deer in headlights and Trinity let me go, running away along with Katie and Maddie who followed after her. I fell to the floor, gripping my eye. "Sam, are you okay?" Mr. Rogers knelt down beside me.

"I don't know. My eye really hurts." He moved my hand gently away so he can see the ingury.

"We should get you to the nurses office." He stood up and reached out a hand to me. I took it, standing up. We walked down the hallway, all the way to the nurses office. Once we got there, a nurse rushed to assist us and asked what happened. "A student punched her in the eye." Mr. Rogers answered for me.

"Oh dear. Let's go make you feel better." She smiled sweetly at me, directing me to a skinny, padded green bed. She gave me a cold ice pack and told me to hold it on my eye while she went back to talk to Mr. Rogers. "So who punched her?" The nurse whispered, thinking I couldn't hear.

"I don't know. I came out of my classroom just as they ran away. All I saw was a blonde haired girl and two brown haired girls." Mr. Rogers replied back, also in a whisper. "I can ask Sam who did it." Foots steps echoed towards me and he appeared in my sight. There was no way in absolute enternity I was going to admit to him that Trinity Hills did this to me. Even if I did tell him and Trinity got questioned, she would charm her selfish self out of it and backfire on me. There was no use in even trying.

"I don't know either!" I blurted out before he can even get the first word out.

"Sam, are you sure?" I nodded.

"I'm sure."

　

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I walked home, listening to the birds singing their little delightful tunes to one another, the orange and red leaves dancing in the wind, and dogs barking loudly. I closed my brown eyes, taking it all in. After a few moments, I opened them back up and continued my way to my house even though I wasn't in any rush. I mean, there was nothing for me to do anyway at home, so why rush? I took my precious time.

Entering the house, I spotted dad in his usual spot; on the couch in the living room, sipping a bottle of cold beer. His black hair is all messy, he smells like hot garbage, his eyes are halfway shut, and his scruff on his chin has little bits of crumbs attached to it. I sighed, not even bothering to talk to him. He was too caught up in his own destroyed world to mind his own daughter. I just stomped up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut. I flopped down onto my bed, burrying my face into a soft, cushiony pillow, and cried.

No one cares about me. I'll never be perfect. No one likes me! Not even dad! Shut up you ugly loser. No one wants you here! Just go die or something!

Trinity's words filled my head. So did my own thoughts.

"Shut up!" I screamed, flying up from my bed. I ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My mascara was running down the sides of my cheeks like how the rain does to the window sill when it storms. My blonde hair was all messy with strands popping up from the top. My eyes were all red and puffy from crying and so was my nose. I looked like a disaster. I turned the faucet of the sink and splashed my face with cold water. It took awhile to get off all the makeup smudged on my skin, but I did it. I combed through my hair, pulling out all the knots. Good as new. I thought, stepping back and looking into the mirror in front of me.

I walked downstairs to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Dad was now sitting in the kitchen chair at the table, passed out. I shook my head in disgrace and opened up the fridge, grabbing a bottle of ice cold water. Then I opened up the freezer to look for something to cook for tonight. Chicken, steak, or fish... I'll just make canned soup. I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a can of chicken noddle. This is going to be a stressful night.