The Big Bad Wolf

Chapter Five

 I stood there wide eyed; mouth open. The beginning of Keegan’s revenge is now started and what better way to start is a picture of me in the second grade. My eyes were squinting from the flash and my hair was in its two braids. My teeth were full of braces, and I’m pretty sure that I had a cold when I took that picture considering there was something hanging from my nose. Where he got his hands on that picture? I had no idea. It scared me slightly. This isn’t event the worse picture I had taken as a kid.

I started to notice that there were a bunch of kids forming around me laughing and pointing at my picture. I was becoming furious. I knew he would do some pretty bad stuff to me, but this, this is over the line. When I started high school I planned on making everyone forget my dork-days.

I push my way through the crowd and stomp off to my locker. I grumpily throw stuff around and grabbing the things I need for class. When I shut the door, Preston was standing there looking at me with a smug grin on his face. I could already tell by looking at him, that he already saw the embarrassing picture of me.

“The picture isn’t so bad.” He smiled and the only thought running through my head was, “liar.” He was only trying to make me feel better.

“Oh, thank for that, like I really wanted to hear that.” I replied gloomily. I so badly wanted to run the short distance between me and the picture and tear that thing to shreds. When I told Keegan to bring on his “Revenge” I thought maybe it was filling my locker with mayonnaise, making me trip down the stairs, or even putting a whoopee cushion on my desk. Not this. This made me angrier than those things.

Preston must have sensed my hostility, because he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Usually anyone that hugged me was basically asking for a death wish, but this hug made butterflies swarm my stomach and make heat form at my cheeks. I felt the corners of my mouth tug upwards as I hugged him back. But as much as I wanted so badly to say this is right, this where I belong I couldn’t. This felt wrong, but the pleasant feeling of being wrong and still hoping it would soon feel right, put pleasing thoughts in my head.

On the other hand, if the voice inside my head knew this, I could already hear it saying this is bad, Aimee, stop it now while you can, but whoever said I followed the rules, especially if the voice was inside my head.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I was now sitting at my house in fuzzy black pajama bottoms with colorful polka dots and a white tank top. My auburn hair was put in a messy rubber band.

I was sitting cross legged on the sofa writing a letter to my brother’s foster parents. I was supposed to go and see him within the next couple of weeks. Leah usually went with me, but seeing as we’re no longer friends I guess coming with me was out of the picture now. I would bring Preston, but my little brother would not approve. Even though he was little, he would give me a lecture on boyfriends. I could hear his little voice now.

“Boyfwiends only bweak hearts! Yeah and they are no good scrum bags!”

I giggled a little. Thinking about Callum, brings back when I last seen him. Eight months ago. I frowned. He is probably missing me a lot. Little does he know, his foster family is keeping me away from him.

The doorbell rung and I nearly fell off the coach. I got up and looked out the tiny window. It was a middle-aged man wearing a blue mailman suit. I opened the door bell and he handed me a few pieces of mail.

“Thanks.” He simply nodded his head and tipped his hat as a response. I shut the door and thumbed through the mail on the way back to my seat. I let a little scream of excitement as I found a letter from Callum’s foster parents. I tore open the envelope and started reading the letter.