It was Friday morning. Every day of this week before today was more or less the same. I got my self up, made my own breakfast, and went to school to see Zoey. My mom was still mad at me, which is why I made my own breakfast and all. It hurt me though that my mom would just abandon me like that. Although she may hate me I still love her. She’s my mother! Today was no different. I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm, got ready and made a bowl of cereal. I stepped outside and waited for the bus. After a few minutes the bus came and sat down at my seat. I started to think about the date I’m going on after school- with Brian -who I don’t like. But who really likes me. I’m going to have to tell him eventually. That or marry him, which sounds a lot worse. I promise myself that I’ll tell him tonight at the end of the second date. I really hope he doesn’t get too hurt. I cringed thinking about his reaction.
Our school bus finally stopped in front of our school and dropped us off. I walked in and passed Lisa. Or well I tried to. “Hey, freak, I heard about my sisters fight with you mom.” She laughed. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You moms even more of a freak than you!” She laughed. I started to walk away. “Hey don’t ignore me you bitch! I’m talking to you!!!”
That’s it I can’t take it! I can take teasing just fine. This is not teasing, however, like Zoe said it was. This was bullying. I already talked back to my mother. So who cares about Lisa? I turned around and took a few steps closer to her. “Lisa, can you please just leave me alone?! I’m so sick of you acting like a jerk to me. I don’t do anything to you. I barely ever speak to you! Just leave me alone!” I walked away. Or tried to at least; she grabbed my arm. “Um excuse me. Do you seriously think you can talk to me and walk away unharmed?! Ha, yeah right!” She twisted my arm. “Leave me alone!”
“Not until you fight.”
“I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman!” I tried to release my arm. She just twisted it harder.
“Why? Are you too afraid?” She laughed. “Trust me your weak! Nothing you do could do serious damage to my baby!”
She looked me into the eyes.
“Listen, Samatha, I’m pissed at you!”
“Why… I didn’t do… anything to… you.” I struggled to say the words through my pain.
“You and my sister! I see the way she looks at you! And how she talks about you. She likes you! No, she loves you. I don’t want some stupid, brainwashed, Christian, freak to be my sister-in-law! I hate you! I hate everything about you! Your clothes, your hair, your voice, your walk- EVERYTHING! I can’t even consider you a human! You’re just an empty shell of a human being! I don’t want my sister with you! I mean I don’t even know if you are gay but I’m just warning you. You think your arm hurts now than just imagine the pain you’ll be in when I see you with Zoey!”
I was speechless. I can’t see Zoe at home and now not at school.
She finally released my arm but the pain didn’t stop.
“I don’t understand. Why would you even hate me? I don’t do anything to you.”
“Your so dumb! I told you! You’re a stupid Christian!”
“And you’re a smug, religion intolerant atheist. But I don’t hate you.”
She grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the locker. The lock was pushing into my stomach. “You better take that back, you fucking bitch!” She said in my ear.
“Fine I take it back!” She loosened her grip but didn’t release me.
“Listen; tell Zoe that you’re finished with her. Don’t you dare tell her why! Just don’t touch her. She’s my lil’ sister and I know what’s best for her.”
“But she’ll be hurt.”
“She’ll get over it!”
I didn’t know what I should say or do. I don’t want to say ‘no’ and get hurt. But I don’t want to say ‘okay’ and lose Zoe. I can’t lose her! I love her too much. You know what?! I don’t care if she beats me up. The pain of it won’t be close to the pain of losing Zoe, not by a long shot.
“I’m sorry, Lisa, but I can’t agree to that. I can’t lose Zoe. So beat me up if you have to. I won’t give up Zoe.”
Our school bus finally stopped in front of our school and dropped us off. I walked in and passed Lisa. Or well I tried to. “Hey, freak, I heard about my sisters fight with you mom.” She laughed. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You moms even more of a freak than you!” She laughed. I started to walk away. “Hey don’t ignore me you bitch! I’m talking to you!!!”
That’s it I can’t take it! I can take teasing just fine. This is not teasing, however, like Zoe said it was. This was bullying. I already talked back to my mother. So who cares about Lisa? I turned around and took a few steps closer to her. “Lisa, can you please just leave me alone?! I’m so sick of you acting like a jerk to me. I don’t do anything to you. I barely ever speak to you! Just leave me alone!” I walked away. Or tried to at least; she grabbed my arm. “Um excuse me. Do you seriously think you can talk to me and walk away unharmed?! Ha, yeah right!” She twisted my arm. “Leave me alone!”
“Not until you fight.”
“I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman!” I tried to release my arm. She just twisted it harder.
“Why? Are you too afraid?” She laughed. “Trust me your weak! Nothing you do could do serious damage to my baby!”
She looked me into the eyes.
“Listen, Samatha, I’m pissed at you!”
“Why… I didn’t do… anything to… you.” I struggled to say the words through my pain.
“You and my sister! I see the way she looks at you! And how she talks about you. She likes you! No, she loves you. I don’t want some stupid, brainwashed, Christian, freak to be my sister-in-law! I hate you! I hate everything about you! Your clothes, your hair, your voice, your walk- EVERYTHING! I can’t even consider you a human! You’re just an empty shell of a human being! I don’t want my sister with you! I mean I don’t even know if you are gay but I’m just warning you. You think your arm hurts now than just imagine the pain you’ll be in when I see you with Zoey!”
I was speechless. I can’t see Zoe at home and now not at school.
She finally released my arm but the pain didn’t stop.
“I don’t understand. Why would you even hate me? I don’t do anything to you.”
“Your so dumb! I told you! You’re a stupid Christian!”
“And you’re a smug, religion intolerant atheist. But I don’t hate you.”
She grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the locker. The lock was pushing into my stomach. “You better take that back, you fucking bitch!” She said in my ear.
“Fine I take it back!” She loosened her grip but didn’t release me.
“Listen; tell Zoe that you’re finished with her. Don’t you dare tell her why! Just don’t touch her. She’s my lil’ sister and I know what’s best for her.”
“But she’ll be hurt.”
“She’ll get over it!”
I didn’t know what I should say or do. I don’t want to say ‘no’ and get hurt. But I don’t want to say ‘okay’ and lose Zoe. I can’t lose her! I love her too much. You know what?! I don’t care if she beats me up. The pain of it won’t be close to the pain of losing Zoe, not by a long shot.
“I’m sorry, Lisa, but I can’t agree to that. I can’t lose Zoe. So beat me up if you have to. I won’t give up Zoe.”
“Ha, wrong answer.” She said. She pulled back my pony tail and smashed my head against the locker. Pain rushed through out my head. She let me go. I put my fingers to the sorest part of my head. I looked at my fingers and saw blood. A few tears rolled down to my chin. I looked up and noticed a crowed of people surrounded her.
“I wasn’t bluffing, freak! I hate you! I would sooo kill you if it was legal. Now do we have a deal?”
I shook my head. “Sorry.”
She kicked my leg as hard as she could. I fell down to the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey!!! We can’t have this going on!” I heard a man’s voice say. It was Mr. Beckette the principal.
“Miss Carson, go to my office.”
“Um, no thanks.” Lisa said.
“Lisa, go to my office you are in legal trouble!”
“What ever.” She shrugged.
“Fine, refuse to come with me. The police will be here soon.”
“Ok. I don’t care I didn’t do anything that bad. My boyfriend will bail me out.”
“If he does you’ll still have a criminal record. You’re over 18. Now come with me!”
He grabbed both of her hands and took her to his office.
“Mark Dilworth, please take Samatha to the nurses office.”
“Ok” he smiled. Greg was the geek of the school so he principal trusted him to take me to the nurse. Mark was too much of a good boy to disobey. I got up and began to walk or, limp actually, to the nurse’s office. Mark put his arm around me to help me walk. “She got you good, huh?” He shook his head. “She’s a bad person. I must say this is the worse she’s done though. In middle school she got in fights all the time! She ever did this much damage though. Why did she do this to you?” “She hate’s me” I shrugged. “She doesn’t want me to be friends with her sister. But I told her I refuse to. So she beat me up.”
“I’m sorry it’s none of my business but why don’t you just not be friends with her sister? She can’t be worth all the pain.”
“But she is. We’re really close.”
“Oh, quite touching I must say.” He smiled.
“Thanks” I mumbled.
We arrived at the nurse’s office. The nurse looked at me and gawked at me. “Good lord what happen to you?!”
“She got beat up. The principal told me to take her to you.” Mark said and walked away. “Bye. I wan to get to class before I’m late.” He said before he exited the door.
“Wow, who did this?!”
“Lisa Carson.” I said.
“I’m not surprised. She’s a bad kid. Come with me.” She smiled and opened a door which had room similar to a doctor’s room.
“Sit down right here.” She pointed to a light blue leather seat. I sat down as directed.
She got a paper towel and placed it under water. She handed it to me.
“Here, you can clean the blood off. The mirrors right there.” She pointed to it. I walked over and saw my self. I looked horrible. My eyes were slightly purple from crying. Blood was running from the top of my forehead to my cheek. I rubbed it away gently. My head was still in pain so it did hurt a bit when I cleaned off the blood. When I saw it was gone I threw paper towel in the garbage.
“Sit back down please.” She smiled. “This may sting a bit.”
I gulped when she said that. “Ok.” I said nervously. She placed a towel to the source of my bleeding. I cringed at the sting. I just kept telling my self it’s for Zoe.
“Ok all done.” She smiled, wiped the peroxide of my cut and put a band-aid on the wound.
“Oh almost forgot, any more injuries?” She asked.
“Just my leg. She kicked it.” I shrugged and pointed to the purple bruise on my lower leg.
“Oh dear. Can you move your leg?”
“Yes.” I said moving it to show her.
“Good. Can you walk on it?”
“Kind of. It just hurts when I do.”
“Try it.”
I got up and walked around the room.
“How bad does it hurt when you walk on it? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worse.”
“Hmm, about a 4. It’s tolerable but still painful.”
“Well that’s good. It doesn’t sound like the leg is broken. You don’t show any signs of a concussion either. But I still want to check. Do you have any memory loss, feel confused, feel dizzy, have balance problems, feel nausea or feel dazed?”
“No my head just hurts where I got hit. That’s it.”
“Ok you sound fine. Do you think you can walk around school today?”
“Uh I don’t know. I should be fine. If I can’t handle it I’ll just come back.” I smiled.
“Ok. Just so you know I have to call your parents and tell them what happen and your injuries. So don’t be surprised that they’ll know what happen before you tell them. Good luck, Samatha. You can come with me I’ll right you a late pass.”
I followed her out into her office. She got a piece of paper, wrote on it, and handed it to me.
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome.”
I limped out into the empty hall. Everyone is in first period by now. And everybody is also probably talking about how ‘Lisa Carson beat up Samatha Brown’. I sighed. I’m going to get pick on today. I walked, I mean, limped into me first period class.
“O.M.G. It’s true, and she got her good.” I heard some one whisper when I stepped in the room. I handed my pass to the teacher and sat down. Everyone was staring at me.
“Class pay attention! Now if x=5 than what it n?”
First and second period was ok, but third period…not so much. It wasn’t really bad, just not good. I walked in and heard someone laughing. I looked up and saw it was my class mate, Alex, laughing at me. I also have to sit next to him. “Damn. She kicked yo’ ass!” He laughed. I just nodded. “Yeah I know.”
“Did ya fight back?
“ No.”
“Aw why not?” He laughed.
“Because I don’t fight.”
“It woulda been sick if you beat ho’ up though!”
“She’s pregnant I wouldn’t do that.”
“Eh, what ever.”
The teacher walked in. “Sammy got beat up.” Alex announced. The whole class started laughing. “We all know, Alex just be quiet please.” Everyone laughed harder when she said that. I started to blush. The teacher talked and talked as I drifted back to the fight. I remember what Lisa said. ‘I see the way she looks at you! And how she talks about you. She likes you! No, she loves you.’ I smiled although that wasn’t a happy time it made me happy. How couldn’t it? She actually talks about me! And she loves me?! I know I so should not think about her that way but that fact still made my heart want to flutter. Do I love her? Maybe but I know I shouldn’t. My stomach grew sick when I thought about what I would do about Zoe. Would I still see her and just get in a fight until it kills me? What about the party? There’s no way I could go to Lisa’s boyfriend’s party with Zoey! She would kill me! Maybe even literally. How knows how bad I would be if the principal didn’t show up. I could be in the hospital. I guess God isn’t as mad at me as I thought.
After about 30 minutes I heard the loud ring of the school bell. I walked out into the hall. “Sammy!” I heard Zoey say. I turned around. Sadness swept her smile away. “Oh my god! It is true.” She said with sadness and confusion. “How-H- How could she do this?! I-I-I-” She stuttered not really knowing what to say. “I’m so upset with her! I hate her!” She yelled.
“Don’t hate her. In her mind she was trying to protect you.”
“Are you joking?! Protect me from what?!”
“From me. She doesn’t want up to be together. She said to ‘break up’ with you. I said no and, well…” I gestured towards my head.
“Wha- what? She didn’t… I-” She was still baffled. “Well what did she do to you? I heard some crazy things. I heard she choked you, tried to stab you-”
“No! Not that bad. Just banged my head against a lock and kicked my leg; nothing too bad.” I smiled. She looked at me confused.
“How are you okay with this!?”
“I don’t know I just am. She may be mean but she cares about you. She hates me and doesn’t want me to be with you. Not for any good reason besides the fact she can’t stand me. It’s wrong what she did. But being angry won’t help.”
She sighed and shook her head.
“Well, I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be in this pain.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything. Now I got to get to class.” I walked away.
“I guess you can’t come to the party than.” She said ignoring my comment about class. Sadness filled her eyes. I knew why too. She was looking forward to tomorrow all week.
“I guess not” I shrugged. Her eyes watered.
“Don’t me sad. They’ll be other parties” I smiled. She was still sad. Extremely sad. I couldn’t let her be this sad. “You know what? Forget Lisa. I’ll go with you.” I smiled.
“No! I don’t want her to hurt you again!”
“She won’t and if she does oh well! I can take pain for you.” I smiled.
“This is too much I’ll think about it later! Bye, Sammy.” She said and walked off.
“Bye.”
I slowly started to walk to my next class without looking like I was limping. I was getting sick of all the stares. But my attempt to hide the obvious change of my gait failed to stop the stares. Nor did it stop the whispers. Although I am grateful that they’re only whispers and I couldn’t pick out what they were saying. I really hate being the heart of the latest gossip in my school. At least it’s Friday. The talk may possibly expire after the weekend. All I have to worry about now is the date with Brian. I’m going to have to explain my injuries to him. That will be really embarrassing. Maybe I could go with the cliché ‘I fell’ story. But I’m sure he would end up hearing the real story eventually. I wonder what my parents will think of this. Would they be angry at her or maybe even me? My mom may find out about me and Zoe hanging out at school. I don’t know how my mom would react to that to be honest. It seems she has given up on me. She’s basically been giving me the silent treatment for the past several days. I don’t truthfully know her current feelings about me. I don’t even know if I would want to know them.
Finally I heard the bell for lunch where I get to see Zoe; hopefully not for the last time. I grabbed the wrinkly brown bag out of my locker. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Zoe. “Hey” I smiled, although it didn’t look like she was going to smile back. “What’s wrong?” I asked once I realized anger masked her face. “What’s wrong?! I can’t believe you have the guts to say that!” She shook her head. I cocked my head to the side out of confusion. I didn’t know what she was talking about. Out of every day I have been her friend I haven’t done anything to upset her like this. “Oh, don’t pretend! We both know what you did!”
“Uh I don’t.”
“Bull! I trusted you and you do this!”
“I wasn’t bluffing, freak! I hate you! I would sooo kill you if it was legal. Now do we have a deal?”
I shook my head. “Sorry.”
She kicked my leg as hard as she could. I fell down to the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey!!! We can’t have this going on!” I heard a man’s voice say. It was Mr. Beckette the principal.
“Miss Carson, go to my office.”
“Um, no thanks.” Lisa said.
“Lisa, go to my office you are in legal trouble!”
“What ever.” She shrugged.
“Fine, refuse to come with me. The police will be here soon.”
“Ok. I don’t care I didn’t do anything that bad. My boyfriend will bail me out.”
“If he does you’ll still have a criminal record. You’re over 18. Now come with me!”
He grabbed both of her hands and took her to his office.
“Mark Dilworth, please take Samatha to the nurses office.”
“Ok” he smiled. Greg was the geek of the school so he principal trusted him to take me to the nurse. Mark was too much of a good boy to disobey. I got up and began to walk or, limp actually, to the nurse’s office. Mark put his arm around me to help me walk. “She got you good, huh?” He shook his head. “She’s a bad person. I must say this is the worse she’s done though. In middle school she got in fights all the time! She ever did this much damage though. Why did she do this to you?” “She hate’s me” I shrugged. “She doesn’t want me to be friends with her sister. But I told her I refuse to. So she beat me up.”
“I’m sorry it’s none of my business but why don’t you just not be friends with her sister? She can’t be worth all the pain.”
“But she is. We’re really close.”
“Oh, quite touching I must say.” He smiled.
“Thanks” I mumbled.
We arrived at the nurse’s office. The nurse looked at me and gawked at me. “Good lord what happen to you?!”
“She got beat up. The principal told me to take her to you.” Mark said and walked away. “Bye. I wan to get to class before I’m late.” He said before he exited the door.
“Wow, who did this?!”
“Lisa Carson.” I said.
“I’m not surprised. She’s a bad kid. Come with me.” She smiled and opened a door which had room similar to a doctor’s room.
“Sit down right here.” She pointed to a light blue leather seat. I sat down as directed.
She got a paper towel and placed it under water. She handed it to me.
“Here, you can clean the blood off. The mirrors right there.” She pointed to it. I walked over and saw my self. I looked horrible. My eyes were slightly purple from crying. Blood was running from the top of my forehead to my cheek. I rubbed it away gently. My head was still in pain so it did hurt a bit when I cleaned off the blood. When I saw it was gone I threw paper towel in the garbage.
“Sit back down please.” She smiled. “This may sting a bit.”
I gulped when she said that. “Ok.” I said nervously. She placed a towel to the source of my bleeding. I cringed at the sting. I just kept telling my self it’s for Zoe.
“Ok all done.” She smiled, wiped the peroxide of my cut and put a band-aid on the wound.
“Oh almost forgot, any more injuries?” She asked.
“Just my leg. She kicked it.” I shrugged and pointed to the purple bruise on my lower leg.
“Oh dear. Can you move your leg?”
“Yes.” I said moving it to show her.
“Good. Can you walk on it?”
“Kind of. It just hurts when I do.”
“Try it.”
I got up and walked around the room.
“How bad does it hurt when you walk on it? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worse.”
“Hmm, about a 4. It’s tolerable but still painful.”
“Well that’s good. It doesn’t sound like the leg is broken. You don’t show any signs of a concussion either. But I still want to check. Do you have any memory loss, feel confused, feel dizzy, have balance problems, feel nausea or feel dazed?”
“No my head just hurts where I got hit. That’s it.”
“Ok you sound fine. Do you think you can walk around school today?”
“Uh I don’t know. I should be fine. If I can’t handle it I’ll just come back.” I smiled.
“Ok. Just so you know I have to call your parents and tell them what happen and your injuries. So don’t be surprised that they’ll know what happen before you tell them. Good luck, Samatha. You can come with me I’ll right you a late pass.”
I followed her out into her office. She got a piece of paper, wrote on it, and handed it to me.
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome.”
I limped out into the empty hall. Everyone is in first period by now. And everybody is also probably talking about how ‘Lisa Carson beat up Samatha Brown’. I sighed. I’m going to get pick on today. I walked, I mean, limped into me first period class.
“O.M.G. It’s true, and she got her good.” I heard some one whisper when I stepped in the room. I handed my pass to the teacher and sat down. Everyone was staring at me.
“Class pay attention! Now if x=5 than what it n?”
First and second period was ok, but third period…not so much. It wasn’t really bad, just not good. I walked in and heard someone laughing. I looked up and saw it was my class mate, Alex, laughing at me. I also have to sit next to him. “Damn. She kicked yo’ ass!” He laughed. I just nodded. “Yeah I know.”
“Did ya fight back?
“ No.”
“Aw why not?” He laughed.
“Because I don’t fight.”
“It woulda been sick if you beat ho’ up though!”
“She’s pregnant I wouldn’t do that.”
“Eh, what ever.”
The teacher walked in. “Sammy got beat up.” Alex announced. The whole class started laughing. “We all know, Alex just be quiet please.” Everyone laughed harder when she said that. I started to blush. The teacher talked and talked as I drifted back to the fight. I remember what Lisa said. ‘I see the way she looks at you! And how she talks about you. She likes you! No, she loves you.’ I smiled although that wasn’t a happy time it made me happy. How couldn’t it? She actually talks about me! And she loves me?! I know I so should not think about her that way but that fact still made my heart want to flutter. Do I love her? Maybe but I know I shouldn’t. My stomach grew sick when I thought about what I would do about Zoe. Would I still see her and just get in a fight until it kills me? What about the party? There’s no way I could go to Lisa’s boyfriend’s party with Zoey! She would kill me! Maybe even literally. How knows how bad I would be if the principal didn’t show up. I could be in the hospital. I guess God isn’t as mad at me as I thought.
After about 30 minutes I heard the loud ring of the school bell. I walked out into the hall. “Sammy!” I heard Zoey say. I turned around. Sadness swept her smile away. “Oh my god! It is true.” She said with sadness and confusion. “How-H- How could she do this?! I-I-I-” She stuttered not really knowing what to say. “I’m so upset with her! I hate her!” She yelled.
“Don’t hate her. In her mind she was trying to protect you.”
“Are you joking?! Protect me from what?!”
“From me. She doesn’t want up to be together. She said to ‘break up’ with you. I said no and, well…” I gestured towards my head.
“Wha- what? She didn’t… I-” She was still baffled. “Well what did she do to you? I heard some crazy things. I heard she choked you, tried to stab you-”
“No! Not that bad. Just banged my head against a lock and kicked my leg; nothing too bad.” I smiled. She looked at me confused.
“How are you okay with this!?”
“I don’t know I just am. She may be mean but she cares about you. She hates me and doesn’t want me to be with you. Not for any good reason besides the fact she can’t stand me. It’s wrong what she did. But being angry won’t help.”
She sighed and shook her head.
“Well, I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be in this pain.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything. Now I got to get to class.” I walked away.
“I guess you can’t come to the party than.” She said ignoring my comment about class. Sadness filled her eyes. I knew why too. She was looking forward to tomorrow all week.
“I guess not” I shrugged. Her eyes watered.
“Don’t me sad. They’ll be other parties” I smiled. She was still sad. Extremely sad. I couldn’t let her be this sad. “You know what? Forget Lisa. I’ll go with you.” I smiled.
“No! I don’t want her to hurt you again!”
“She won’t and if she does oh well! I can take pain for you.” I smiled.
“This is too much I’ll think about it later! Bye, Sammy.” She said and walked off.
“Bye.”
I slowly started to walk to my next class without looking like I was limping. I was getting sick of all the stares. But my attempt to hide the obvious change of my gait failed to stop the stares. Nor did it stop the whispers. Although I am grateful that they’re only whispers and I couldn’t pick out what they were saying. I really hate being the heart of the latest gossip in my school. At least it’s Friday. The talk may possibly expire after the weekend. All I have to worry about now is the date with Brian. I’m going to have to explain my injuries to him. That will be really embarrassing. Maybe I could go with the cliché ‘I fell’ story. But I’m sure he would end up hearing the real story eventually. I wonder what my parents will think of this. Would they be angry at her or maybe even me? My mom may find out about me and Zoe hanging out at school. I don’t know how my mom would react to that to be honest. It seems she has given up on me. She’s basically been giving me the silent treatment for the past several days. I don’t truthfully know her current feelings about me. I don’t even know if I would want to know them.
Finally I heard the bell for lunch where I get to see Zoe; hopefully not for the last time. I grabbed the wrinkly brown bag out of my locker. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Zoe. “Hey” I smiled, although it didn’t look like she was going to smile back. “What’s wrong?” I asked once I realized anger masked her face. “What’s wrong?! I can’t believe you have the guts to say that!” She shook her head. I cocked my head to the side out of confusion. I didn’t know what she was talking about. Out of every day I have been her friend I haven’t done anything to upset her like this. “Oh, don’t pretend! We both know what you did!”
“Uh I don’t.”
“Bull! I trusted you and you do this!”
“Can you please this me what this is?”
“Seriously?! Just stop the act! I know you know and you know I know!”
“Know what?! Seriously, Zoey, I have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“Ok I’ll play along!” She rolled her eyes. “You lied about me… or us rather.”
“No I didn’t? Where did you hear that from?” I shook my head and laughed hoping for to join me but she didn’t.
“Now everything makes sense. My sister thinks you took my v-card which makes her pissed and she beats you up.”
“Your v-card? I never told anyone I took anything from you! Why would I even want anyone you thing I’m a thief” I laughed. “I don’t even know what a v-card is.” I shook my head. “Now let’s go to lunch.” I started to walk away but she grabbed my arm and stopped me. “No, Sammy, you don’t get it. A v-card isn’t an object” She rolled her eyes. “It’s like slang ….for virginity. Everyone thinks me and you slept together. Now they think I’m a lesbian whore because of you! I can’t believe you would do this!”
I wanted to just jump into a hole and never come out. This day went from bad to worse. First everyone was talking about, now there’s a nasty rumor about me, and now the only friend I have hates me!
“Zoe, it’s just a rumor! You got to believe me! I would never do that to you. Not to mention it affects me too! Why would I want people to think I’m gay for?!”
“Excuse me, is there something wrong with being gay?!”
“Well, yeah it’s…”
“It’s what?!” She raised a brow.
“It’s wrong.” I shrugged.
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe you today. I could forgive a nasty rumor that you might have started, but this is just…disgusting!” Her eyes started to water.
“Zoey I didn’t mean anything by it! I’m just saying its wrong! I’m sorry I hurt you, really I am.”
“No your not. My sister was right about you, you’re just like your mom! You’re not capable of loving a person more than you love your religion!” A tear fell from her eyes.
“That’s not true! Zoe, I really care about you. Trust me I do!” I walked up and wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Zoe”
“Hey, you guys going fo’ another quickie?!” Josh shouted at us. Zoe pulled away from me, gave me a cold glare and walked away. I sighed. My world was crumbling in my hands. I don’t even think I can remember all the problems I have. I slowly swallowed down my despair as a lump appeared in my throat. I walked to the cafeteria alone where I sat and ate by myself. I might as while get use to it. It looks like I’ll be alone for the rest f my life.
The bus stopped in front of my house. Now time to find out what my house had in it. Parents that are mad at me or parents that are mad at Lisa? I stepped off the bus slightly relieved that the day was over but nervous about what is going on through my parents mind. I walked up until I open up the snow white door. I take a deep breath and step in. “Hello.” I smile. “What happened to day? I mean I know what happened but what started it?!”
I shrugged. “I don’t know Lisa really doesn’t like me at all.” I lied. Well, not about Lisa not liking me which I guess technically isn’t true; she plains out hates me. About the part where I said I don’t know why she did it. She did it because she doesn’t want her little sister being with me.
“Well, don’t get comfortable yet. We are going down to Lisa’s house and having a talk with her mother!”
My shoulders dropped. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to just forget about life for awhile.
“Okay.” I said any ways.
“Well, let’s go. You dad’s staying home by the way.”
“Okay.” I smiled my fake smile.
We walked out and went into the car. She drove me there with out saying a word which let me just relax for awhile. Or well at least try to. My stomach was in a knot. I never met Lisa’s mother. My mom has but I haven’t But I can’t imagine she’s nice since she raised Lisa. And Lisa is a pretty scary chick. I took a deep breathe. I saw my mom pull into a rock filled driveway. There was a small, simple, light yellow house. She opens the car door. “Come on Samatha.” I obey her and get out the car. I walk behind her as she walks up and knocks on the brown door.
After a few moments a slender, brunette with curvy hair, probably in her early 30’s opens the door. She wore a pink blouse and jeans. She had a caring smile and looked so nice and gentle. She smiled a warm smile at us. I was sure we had the wrong house until she said in a gentle yet strong voice. “I know why you’re here, Carol. I apologize for my daughter. I really do. I raised her better than this and I won’t let it happen again. And I apologize to you too Samatha. You aren’t in too much pain are you?” She asked. I just nodded because I don’t think I can speak quite yet. I’m still shocked at how nice she was. Yet again she did raise Zoe who is also nice. Maybe Lisa is just the black sheep of the family.
“Where is Lisa anyways?” My mom asked.
“She’s in jail. Her boyfriend is bailing her out tomorrow though. I don’t know what got into her! I honestly don’t. I knew she was a little rough around the edges but…” She shook her head. “Do you guys want to come in for a while?”
“Sure.” My mom said and walked in. We sat on a little white couch. The house’s interior was actually quite nice. It was clean and looked like an average modern house. It even had a T.V. which I find quite odd compared to my house which has only one T.V. that belongs to my parents. There was a group of people on it. I didn’t really get enough time to understand the topic of the show. I think it was full of drama about love or something though. Suzy turned the volume down to being inaudible. She took a deep breath.
“I know your upset, Carol. I am too. I’m not going to sit here and defend my daughter because what she did was awful. But I hope we can work this out without pressing charges.”
“We’ll worry about that later. Right now I want to worry about more than just the fight. I also am concerned about your other daughter.”
“Zoey? What did she do.”
“She didn’t do one thing in particular. It’s just her in general. She’s a bad influence on Samatha.”
“How is that?”
“For one she’s an atheist, she’s disrespectful, and she’s making my Samatha go down the path of being a sinner.”
“Well just a correction me and Lisa are atheist. Zoe is an agnostic. She actually is quite interesting in religion. Or at least religious stories. Also Zoey is a very respectful girl. I never seen her disrespect anyone. Well at least no when she was a teenager.”
“Well that not the point. I’m not here to debate rather or not your daughter is good or not. I just don’t want them being together, I just want you to know that.”
“I’m sorry, Carol, but I can’t control that. They’re nearly adults and if they want to be a friend that’s not something I can do much about. Plus I don’t see the harm in them being friends. They’re not making trouble together.”
“Zoey is a sinner, Suzy! I don’t want her in my house tainting my daughter!”
“I respect your religion. But can I ask how is my ruining you daughters spiritual views?”
“She’s questioning them! Besides I’m strict about her friends. She’s only allowed to be friends with Christians.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit rude? Surely if you want someone to respect your religious views you have to respect theirs too.”
“This is more than respect! It’s a matter of heaven and hell! I’m not having your daughter taking my daughter to hell with her!”
“Carol, please be respectful. My daughter is wonderful and I don’t appreciate you disrespecting her like this.”
“Listen, Suzy. I don’t want to start a fight. I came to talk to Lisa actually but that plan won’t be happening. I just want to find out why she beat up my child. Do you have any idea?”
“Well according to what I heard she did it because she doesn’t want Samatha and Zoey to be friends. Lisa is very strange I must say. She’s intolerant of religion and doesn’t like her little sister. I’ll talk to her about this, trust me.”
“Good. Please tell her I won’t press charges but if she does it again I will with out question.”
“I understand.” She smiled. “Samatha, I heard about your misunderstanding with Zoey if you want to you can talk to her. She’s in her room. It’s the last room down the hall.”
My mom reluctantly gave a nod of approval.
“Okay. Thanks.” I smiled.
“Your welcome.”
I got up and walked down the hall. I saw a door with the name “Zoey” on it. I took a deep breath. I knocked and bit my lip. “Come in, mom.”
“It’s Samatha.” After a few seconds the door opened.
Zoe looked at me with confusion. “Sammy? What are you doing here?!”
“My mom came over to talk about the drama. Can I come in?”
“I guess.” She said with no enthusiasm.
I stepped in. Her room was mainly light purple with a T.V. in it.
“You have a T.V in your room?!” I asked out of amazement.
“Yes. Did you come to talk about my T.V?”
“No. Sorry I’m just … surprised. Anyways- I came to apologize about what I said. I didn’t mean it. I’m just confused really.”
“About what exactly?”
“About everything! I don’t know if it’s wrong or not. I don’t know what to believe. And about the rumors. I didn’t start it. If I did please believe me I would confess. But I didn’t. Why would I anyways? Why would want any of that attention around me for?”
“That’s true. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that without asking you about it first.”
“Seriously?! Just stop the act! I know you know and you know I know!”
“Know what?! Seriously, Zoey, I have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“Ok I’ll play along!” She rolled her eyes. “You lied about me… or us rather.”
“No I didn’t? Where did you hear that from?” I shook my head and laughed hoping for to join me but she didn’t.
“Now everything makes sense. My sister thinks you took my v-card which makes her pissed and she beats you up.”
“Your v-card? I never told anyone I took anything from you! Why would I even want anyone you thing I’m a thief” I laughed. “I don’t even know what a v-card is.” I shook my head. “Now let’s go to lunch.” I started to walk away but she grabbed my arm and stopped me. “No, Sammy, you don’t get it. A v-card isn’t an object” She rolled her eyes. “It’s like slang ….for virginity. Everyone thinks me and you slept together. Now they think I’m a lesbian whore because of you! I can’t believe you would do this!”
I wanted to just jump into a hole and never come out. This day went from bad to worse. First everyone was talking about, now there’s a nasty rumor about me, and now the only friend I have hates me!
“Zoe, it’s just a rumor! You got to believe me! I would never do that to you. Not to mention it affects me too! Why would I want people to think I’m gay for?!”
“Excuse me, is there something wrong with being gay?!”
“Well, yeah it’s…”
“It’s what?!” She raised a brow.
“It’s wrong.” I shrugged.
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe you today. I could forgive a nasty rumor that you might have started, but this is just…disgusting!” Her eyes started to water.
“Zoey I didn’t mean anything by it! I’m just saying its wrong! I’m sorry I hurt you, really I am.”
“No your not. My sister was right about you, you’re just like your mom! You’re not capable of loving a person more than you love your religion!” A tear fell from her eyes.
“That’s not true! Zoe, I really care about you. Trust me I do!” I walked up and wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Zoe”
“Hey, you guys going fo’ another quickie?!” Josh shouted at us. Zoe pulled away from me, gave me a cold glare and walked away. I sighed. My world was crumbling in my hands. I don’t even think I can remember all the problems I have. I slowly swallowed down my despair as a lump appeared in my throat. I walked to the cafeteria alone where I sat and ate by myself. I might as while get use to it. It looks like I’ll be alone for the rest f my life.
The bus stopped in front of my house. Now time to find out what my house had in it. Parents that are mad at me or parents that are mad at Lisa? I stepped off the bus slightly relieved that the day was over but nervous about what is going on through my parents mind. I walked up until I open up the snow white door. I take a deep breath and step in. “Hello.” I smile. “What happened to day? I mean I know what happened but what started it?!”
I shrugged. “I don’t know Lisa really doesn’t like me at all.” I lied. Well, not about Lisa not liking me which I guess technically isn’t true; she plains out hates me. About the part where I said I don’t know why she did it. She did it because she doesn’t want her little sister being with me.
“Well, don’t get comfortable yet. We are going down to Lisa’s house and having a talk with her mother!”
My shoulders dropped. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to just forget about life for awhile.
“Okay.” I said any ways.
“Well, let’s go. You dad’s staying home by the way.”
“Okay.” I smiled my fake smile.
We walked out and went into the car. She drove me there with out saying a word which let me just relax for awhile. Or well at least try to. My stomach was in a knot. I never met Lisa’s mother. My mom has but I haven’t But I can’t imagine she’s nice since she raised Lisa. And Lisa is a pretty scary chick. I took a deep breathe. I saw my mom pull into a rock filled driveway. There was a small, simple, light yellow house. She opens the car door. “Come on Samatha.” I obey her and get out the car. I walk behind her as she walks up and knocks on the brown door.
After a few moments a slender, brunette with curvy hair, probably in her early 30’s opens the door. She wore a pink blouse and jeans. She had a caring smile and looked so nice and gentle. She smiled a warm smile at us. I was sure we had the wrong house until she said in a gentle yet strong voice. “I know why you’re here, Carol. I apologize for my daughter. I really do. I raised her better than this and I won’t let it happen again. And I apologize to you too Samatha. You aren’t in too much pain are you?” She asked. I just nodded because I don’t think I can speak quite yet. I’m still shocked at how nice she was. Yet again she did raise Zoe who is also nice. Maybe Lisa is just the black sheep of the family.
“Where is Lisa anyways?” My mom asked.
“She’s in jail. Her boyfriend is bailing her out tomorrow though. I don’t know what got into her! I honestly don’t. I knew she was a little rough around the edges but…” She shook her head. “Do you guys want to come in for a while?”
“Sure.” My mom said and walked in. We sat on a little white couch. The house’s interior was actually quite nice. It was clean and looked like an average modern house. It even had a T.V. which I find quite odd compared to my house which has only one T.V. that belongs to my parents. There was a group of people on it. I didn’t really get enough time to understand the topic of the show. I think it was full of drama about love or something though. Suzy turned the volume down to being inaudible. She took a deep breath.
“I know your upset, Carol. I am too. I’m not going to sit here and defend my daughter because what she did was awful. But I hope we can work this out without pressing charges.”
“We’ll worry about that later. Right now I want to worry about more than just the fight. I also am concerned about your other daughter.”
“Zoey? What did she do.”
“She didn’t do one thing in particular. It’s just her in general. She’s a bad influence on Samatha.”
“How is that?”
“For one she’s an atheist, she’s disrespectful, and she’s making my Samatha go down the path of being a sinner.”
“Well just a correction me and Lisa are atheist. Zoe is an agnostic. She actually is quite interesting in religion. Or at least religious stories. Also Zoey is a very respectful girl. I never seen her disrespect anyone. Well at least no when she was a teenager.”
“Well that not the point. I’m not here to debate rather or not your daughter is good or not. I just don’t want them being together, I just want you to know that.”
“I’m sorry, Carol, but I can’t control that. They’re nearly adults and if they want to be a friend that’s not something I can do much about. Plus I don’t see the harm in them being friends. They’re not making trouble together.”
“Zoey is a sinner, Suzy! I don’t want her in my house tainting my daughter!”
“I respect your religion. But can I ask how is my ruining you daughters spiritual views?”
“She’s questioning them! Besides I’m strict about her friends. She’s only allowed to be friends with Christians.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit rude? Surely if you want someone to respect your religious views you have to respect theirs too.”
“This is more than respect! It’s a matter of heaven and hell! I’m not having your daughter taking my daughter to hell with her!”
“Carol, please be respectful. My daughter is wonderful and I don’t appreciate you disrespecting her like this.”
“Listen, Suzy. I don’t want to start a fight. I came to talk to Lisa actually but that plan won’t be happening. I just want to find out why she beat up my child. Do you have any idea?”
“Well according to what I heard she did it because she doesn’t want Samatha and Zoey to be friends. Lisa is very strange I must say. She’s intolerant of religion and doesn’t like her little sister. I’ll talk to her about this, trust me.”
“Good. Please tell her I won’t press charges but if she does it again I will with out question.”
“I understand.” She smiled. “Samatha, I heard about your misunderstanding with Zoey if you want to you can talk to her. She’s in her room. It’s the last room down the hall.”
My mom reluctantly gave a nod of approval.
“Okay. Thanks.” I smiled.
“Your welcome.”
I got up and walked down the hall. I saw a door with the name “Zoey” on it. I took a deep breath. I knocked and bit my lip. “Come in, mom.”
“It’s Samatha.” After a few seconds the door opened.
Zoe looked at me with confusion. “Sammy? What are you doing here?!”
“My mom came over to talk about the drama. Can I come in?”
“I guess.” She said with no enthusiasm.
I stepped in. Her room was mainly light purple with a T.V. in it.
“You have a T.V in your room?!” I asked out of amazement.
“Yes. Did you come to talk about my T.V?”
“No. Sorry I’m just … surprised. Anyways- I came to apologize about what I said. I didn’t mean it. I’m just confused really.”
“About what exactly?”
“About everything! I don’t know if it’s wrong or not. I don’t know what to believe. And about the rumors. I didn’t start it. If I did please believe me I would confess. But I didn’t. Why would I anyways? Why would want any of that attention around me for?”
“That’s true. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that without asking you about it first.”
“Let’s just get over this. There’s more problems to worry about.” I frowned
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