The Fallen Angel

“Juliet how could you?” exclaimed my mum. I sat beside her in the car; I recently got into a fight with the popular chick at school, Karin. Karin had been going on about how she had some hot boyfriend and how girls like me would never have anyone fall for them, and then she had shoved my best friend Jen. I had punched her in the face, for the first few seconds I had felt satisfied with her stunned bleeding face but then dawning terror. My mum had been lecturing me the whole drive home about how when someone was bothering you just tell an adult. Parents didn’t understand how it was in high school, if the popular chick had a problem with you, you had to stand up for yourself. Dad would have understood, said the depressing part of my mind. “Mum I did do it! So just shut up okay,” I snapped.
Mum blinked she hadn’t seen me so tense before. Well there was the time when I had been eight crying over a ruined science project. “Sweetie, your dad had an idea and I think it might be a good idea,” mum said hesitantly. “Anything Gavin thinks is either abusive or sexist… and he isn’t my dad you just made a horrible decision,” I grumbled. “He thinks it might be suitable if you went to a different school, boarding school,” she said oblivious to the fact that I was glaring at her. “No,” I said straight out. “You fought two girls in one week, sweetie I know it’s hard with your father gone but we have to make the best of it,” mum rushed in.
I blinked back tears; there was no way in hell I was going to boarding school. I didn’t like to think about my dad and how he died so horridly. I remembered when the police came to my mum’s door to notify us of my dad’s passing. He had been shot when he tried to get in the way of a fight between a boy and a man with a gun. The fact that my mum had brought it up made me see red. I couldn’t believe that it had only taken a year for her to get over it. Already re-married to an abusive asshole who treated me like something a cat vomited on his front porch.
I hated my mum for that mistake. The car pulled up in the drive way of our house. Our house was the only one on the block that had a fence you couldn’t see past. I knew on the other side of the fence there would be bins full of beer bottles and the garden over grown with weeds. Gavin was sitting on the porch and not surprisingly with a half full beer bottle in his hand. He laughed when he saw my horrified gaze. Gavin’s smudgy yellow green eyes watched me like a hawk all the way up the stairs.
I made it to my room and leaned against my door. I decided to call Jen and tell her about the boarding school idea. “Hello Julie dear,” she said in her enthusiastic voice. I told her about the boarding school idea and she waited silently until I was finished. To my surprise she said that she would have to think about it a little longer. She promised to talk to me tomorrow.
I flopped onto my bed and sang quietly to myself.

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