Saturday, 7 February 2009
07:49:55 PM (GMT)
"Er, you must be Isabella," a short man with a belly that hung over his belt
approached me. He had a platinum name tag pinned to his shirt that said PRINCIPAL.
"Yeah," I muttered uncomfortably- I could tell he was noticing my dark skin. He
handed me a folder of papers. "Here you are. Your schedule and other things are all
in there." he nodded to me and waddled off.
"Hey look, it's the chocolate fairy," I heard a boy with blond hair snicker to his
friends. I gave him a death glare and briskly walked to my first period class.
"February is black history month as you all know," the teacher in the front of the
room was tall, and her high heels and suit made her even more menacing.
"But," she continued, "we have more important things to do." I heard a growl escape
from my throat. Mrs. Brune, the woman at the front of the room, paused at my desk.
"You haven't been in my class all year," she said, wrinkling her eyebrows. I sighed.
"I'm new." her mouth made a slight O shape and continued talking as if nothing had
"Tomorrow we have a test," Mrs. Brune said at the end of the class. The class groaned
as I gathered my textbooks. I almost ran out of the classroom, but calmed myself down
and walked silently to my locker. I shoved my textbooks in and grabbed my backpack.
"Hey, what are you doing? It's only second period-it's not time to go home yet," a
boy with curly brown hair regarded me in the hallway. I glared at him.
"It is for me."
In the parking lot of the school, I ran to my truck and hopped in, turning on the
ignition as I slammed my door shut. I backed out of the parking space and drove home;
glad to get out of heck for a minute. When I was close to home, I parked my car in
the parking lot of a nearby grocery store and walked the two miles so Gayle would
think I was still in school. I snaked along the side of our house and to the gutter
pipe. I pulled a rope out from behind it that was connected to my window. I had put
this there before when I wanted to get away at night. I climbed up, pushing myself
harder and harder.
"Almost...and..there," I gasped, falling into my bedroom. I lay on the floor
completely still: listening for footsteps to see if anyone was coming down the
hallway. The only sound I heard was my ragged breathing.
"Oh thank God," I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I heaved myself up and
locked myself in my closet, glad to be alone.
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