A New Beginning
Chapter 16
Today is Thursday, and unfortunately today starts the day of a weekend with my dad, once again. On the positive side, today is the day marking me being friends with Andy and Ashley for two weeks. So far these two weeks have been the best weeks of my life. I haven't been over to they're house since last Friday, because I have had a lot of homework to work on. Andy said we could hang out and he'd help me work on it. But, I know I wouldn't be able to concentrate, so I turned down the invitation. It made me sad not to go over to their house, but I really needed to get this work done. This weekend I really need to study hard for this stupid algebra test Monday. Maybe I could study with the boys...
If my dad knew I even talk to the opposite sex he'd chop my head off and hang it over the fire place...that he doesn't have. So I guess he'd hang my head in the kitchen or something. Anyways, not important. Maybe I could lie and say I was going over to June's house. Well, I'm trying to lie less to him, and actually be the bigger person and try to make amends between us. I don't know though, he has been quite mean to me lately, so that makes me lose hope slowly. Sometimes I just want to fuck it all and go live with mom. But, I want to try for at least another year or so. But, he's such a control freak I just can't stand it! He can get so snobby and be so cruel to me sometimes. I remember once a few years ago he got in my face and yelled at the top of his lungs at me all because he thought I was being a smart ass. We were having an argument over the stupidest thing. It was because I didn't call him to pick me up from school on his day. I called mom by accident. The only reason why he called me all these extremely mean names was because I was calm during the argument.
Well, when he left my room I grabbed anything sharp. A pen that didn't work was the closet thing I had to a pair a scissors in my room. Now, I'm not a cutter, but some unholy force drove me to scratch the hell out of my arms. I remember I wrote help me over and over in scratches. Though I made a lot of scratches I didn't shed any blood. Also, the scratches were gone by the next day. Unfortunately I really wanted to die that night. But, I realize now that I shouldn't have taken it out on myself. That I didn't do anything wrong. He was in the wrong. I mean, what kind of twisted fuck would scream in their daughter's face over something like that? He was the one I should have screamed and yelled at instead of praying for God to kill me. I believe Karma will bite him in the ass one day, and I pray it does...
I playfully hip bump Andy as we head to Mrs.Amy's classroom. "What's happening hot stuff." He says as he takes my binder and papers from me. "Not much, just hip bumping you." I say as I bump hips with him again. "Dude, that binder's like ten pounds." I try to take it back from him. "I got it, a women shouldn't have to carry something so heavy." I grunt in disagreement. "Wait till you feel my purse." I put it on his shoulder. "Holy shit, do you have a body in there or what!?" He huffs. "That purse matches your hair quite nicely." I say with a smirk. He looks over at me and wiggles his eye brows. "Why thank you." I giggle and take it back from him. Andy sets my binder and papers on my desk. He winks and heads to his desk as the bell rings. "Alright ya twerps, I've decided to have you guys do a sculpture for this month about something related to music. Like, for example, a sculpture of a sweet guitar. I know for sure Kara's gonna do that." She looks over at me and winks. She must have read some of my bracelets. They are the thick rubber ones with band names on them. I have, of course, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, Pink Floyd, Disturbed, and for shits and giggles Cody Simpson and Big Time Rush. The only pop artists I really like. Oh, and Sleeping With Sirens. God, I love them.
At the end of class Mrs.Amy comes over to me. "I see there is a sign of intelligence in this school music wise." She points to my bracelets. "Oh, why thank you. I see there is a fellow Pink Floyd lover as well. I didn't think any of our kind besides a couple of my friends existed here." She laughs. I notice the ring on her ring finger, it's just a black band. Oh, I thought she was married. She notices me looking. "Excuse my language, but I say fuck marriage. It only destroys people. I put this cool black ring on my finger to represent that." A huge smile spreads across my face. "I TOTALLY AGREE!" I say very excitedly. I had no clue someone other than mom and me thought the same way. Well, I have another friend that agrees with me, but I'll think more about him later. Well, I guess I should refer to her as Ms.Amy now. She laughs some more. "I knew I liked you kid. You're really cool. You play guitar?" I smile and look towards the ground. "Yeah, but not as long as you probably have. I'm really in love with it, though." She smirks. "Don't give up, practice is all that will make your playing better. But, don't fall out of love with it or you won't have the will to keep playing it, believe me." She quickly checks her watch. "Oh shoot, I just remembered I have to go get something before my gig tonight at this local bar on Spring street. Unfortunately it's a twenty-one and up bar. If it wasn't I would have totally invited you." She rushes over to grab her purse and guitar. "Bye Kara!" She says happily with a smile as she heads out the door. "Bye Ms.Amy!" I call out to her.
As I walk out of the class room Andy joins my side. "Dont'cha wish your boyfriend was hot like me." He says as he hip bumps me. I laugh at him. "Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me." I meow and do the cat claws. He laughs and takes my stuff from me again. "Andy I got it, it's fine dude." He starts to take two steps at a time with his gazelle legs up the stairs. My locker is all the way on the third floor so I have to climb these God forbidden stairs. "Andy!" I call after him. I can hear him laughing, that little punk. I take my sweet time walking up the stairs because I don't want to be panting like a mad woman when I get to the top.
Someone comes from behind me and puts their arm around me. Ashley smiles at me. "Hey baby, how are you?" I take his arm off of me. "I'm doing good. How's another day in the life of a pervert?" He chuckles and shrugs. "I'm doing fine, I might hit the fitness gym later if you care to join me. I bet you'd look really nice in a sports bra." I punch him in the stomach, but I hit him in the abs by accident. He wiggles his eye brows. "Hard as steel, am I right?" I make a gagging sound and head to my locker where Andy is waiting. "I'm to tired to work out today, but I might take you up on that offer some other time." Andy smiles and steps away from my locker. I open it up and stick my hand out towards him. He hands me my binder and I pack up my things. I swear, these dweebs are the coolest, funniest, and nicest friends I've ever had. I just adore them.
I close my locker and Andy takes my backpack from me. "Oh God, you have to have a dead body in here. Why is it so heavy?" I laugh, I'm quite amused by his face. It's like a mix between shocked, happy, and surprised. "I have a lot of shit in there I need to take out. Like a dead body." I say in a matter of fact tone. Ashley smiles and pokes me in the side. "This is the tenth person you've killed so far?" I giggle, these guys are so funny. I hip bump him. "It's my twentieth." They nod in a agreement. I grunt, they're such dweebs. "You guys know I hate violence, it makes me want to puke. I can't stand watching the news anymore because all I hear is people getting murdered." They frown and agree.
If my dad knew I even talk to the opposite sex he'd chop my head off and hang it over the fire place...that he doesn't have. So I guess he'd hang my head in the kitchen or something. Anyways, not important. Maybe I could lie and say I was going over to June's house. Well, I'm trying to lie less to him, and actually be the bigger person and try to make amends between us. I don't know though, he has been quite mean to me lately, so that makes me lose hope slowly. Sometimes I just want to fuck it all and go live with mom. But, I want to try for at least another year or so. But, he's such a control freak I just can't stand it! He can get so snobby and be so cruel to me sometimes. I remember once a few years ago he got in my face and yelled at the top of his lungs at me all because he thought I was being a smart ass. We were having an argument over the stupidest thing. It was because I didn't call him to pick me up from school on his day. I called mom by accident. The only reason why he called me all these extremely mean names was because I was calm during the argument.
Well, when he left my room I grabbed anything sharp. A pen that didn't work was the closet thing I had to a pair a scissors in my room. Now, I'm not a cutter, but some unholy force drove me to scratch the hell out of my arms. I remember I wrote help me over and over in scratches. Though I made a lot of scratches I didn't shed any blood. Also, the scratches were gone by the next day. Unfortunately I really wanted to die that night. But, I realize now that I shouldn't have taken it out on myself. That I didn't do anything wrong. He was in the wrong. I mean, what kind of twisted fuck would scream in their daughter's face over something like that? He was the one I should have screamed and yelled at instead of praying for God to kill me. I believe Karma will bite him in the ass one day, and I pray it does...
I playfully hip bump Andy as we head to Mrs.Amy's classroom. "What's happening hot stuff." He says as he takes my binder and papers from me. "Not much, just hip bumping you." I say as I bump hips with him again. "Dude, that binder's like ten pounds." I try to take it back from him. "I got it, a women shouldn't have to carry something so heavy." I grunt in disagreement. "Wait till you feel my purse." I put it on his shoulder. "Holy shit, do you have a body in there or what!?" He huffs. "That purse matches your hair quite nicely." I say with a smirk. He looks over at me and wiggles his eye brows. "Why thank you." I giggle and take it back from him. Andy sets my binder and papers on my desk. He winks and heads to his desk as the bell rings. "Alright ya twerps, I've decided to have you guys do a sculpture for this month about something related to music. Like, for example, a sculpture of a sweet guitar. I know for sure Kara's gonna do that." She looks over at me and winks. She must have read some of my bracelets. They are the thick rubber ones with band names on them. I have, of course, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, Pink Floyd, Disturbed, and for shits and giggles Cody Simpson and Big Time Rush. The only pop artists I really like. Oh, and Sleeping With Sirens. God, I love them.
At the end of class Mrs.Amy comes over to me. "I see there is a sign of intelligence in this school music wise." She points to my bracelets. "Oh, why thank you. I see there is a fellow Pink Floyd lover as well. I didn't think any of our kind besides a couple of my friends existed here." She laughs. I notice the ring on her ring finger, it's just a black band. Oh, I thought she was married. She notices me looking. "Excuse my language, but I say fuck marriage. It only destroys people. I put this cool black ring on my finger to represent that." A huge smile spreads across my face. "I TOTALLY AGREE!" I say very excitedly. I had no clue someone other than mom and me thought the same way. Well, I have another friend that agrees with me, but I'll think more about him later. Well, I guess I should refer to her as Ms.Amy now. She laughs some more. "I knew I liked you kid. You're really cool. You play guitar?" I smile and look towards the ground. "Yeah, but not as long as you probably have. I'm really in love with it, though." She smirks. "Don't give up, practice is all that will make your playing better. But, don't fall out of love with it or you won't have the will to keep playing it, believe me." She quickly checks her watch. "Oh shoot, I just remembered I have to go get something before my gig tonight at this local bar on Spring street. Unfortunately it's a twenty-one and up bar. If it wasn't I would have totally invited you." She rushes over to grab her purse and guitar. "Bye Kara!" She says happily with a smile as she heads out the door. "Bye Ms.Amy!" I call out to her.
As I walk out of the class room Andy joins my side. "Dont'cha wish your boyfriend was hot like me." He says as he hip bumps me. I laugh at him. "Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me." I meow and do the cat claws. He laughs and takes my stuff from me again. "Andy I got it, it's fine dude." He starts to take two steps at a time with his gazelle legs up the stairs. My locker is all the way on the third floor so I have to climb these God forbidden stairs. "Andy!" I call after him. I can hear him laughing, that little punk. I take my sweet time walking up the stairs because I don't want to be panting like a mad woman when I get to the top.
Someone comes from behind me and puts their arm around me. Ashley smiles at me. "Hey baby, how are you?" I take his arm off of me. "I'm doing good. How's another day in the life of a pervert?" He chuckles and shrugs. "I'm doing fine, I might hit the fitness gym later if you care to join me. I bet you'd look really nice in a sports bra." I punch him in the stomach, but I hit him in the abs by accident. He wiggles his eye brows. "Hard as steel, am I right?" I make a gagging sound and head to my locker where Andy is waiting. "I'm to tired to work out today, but I might take you up on that offer some other time." Andy smiles and steps away from my locker. I open it up and stick my hand out towards him. He hands me my binder and I pack up my things. I swear, these dweebs are the coolest, funniest, and nicest friends I've ever had. I just adore them.
I close my locker and Andy takes my backpack from me. "Oh God, you have to have a dead body in here. Why is it so heavy?" I laugh, I'm quite amused by his face. It's like a mix between shocked, happy, and surprised. "I have a lot of shit in there I need to take out. Like a dead body." I say in a matter of fact tone. Ashley smiles and pokes me in the side. "This is the tenth person you've killed so far?" I giggle, these guys are so funny. I hip bump him. "It's my twentieth." They nod in a agreement. I grunt, they're such dweebs. "You guys know I hate violence, it makes me want to puke. I can't stand watching the news anymore because all I hear is people getting murdered." They frown and agree.
Update please!
3/12/14