Chapter Two - Detention
POV - Chantelle.
Once my father died I had hopped one of my many family members would step forward and claim me. But no one did. Even if I was seventeen I still wanted someone to live with and take care of me like my dad had.
But I was unwanted. No one cared what happened to me, no one even acknowledges me. Not even my large extended family ..... I guess I should be used to it by now. All through school I had been looked at as someone who was disposable; especially by all those snotty people that were obsessed with the football team.
Who cares though?
I can take care of myself.
I can live by myself.
Just because things in my life were crumbling didn't mean it was an excuse to curl up into a ball and die. I had a purpose in life.
Even if I didn't know what that purpose was just yet....
"I didn't even beet my time!!?" Bethany shouted. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" I asked her, turning around. She was bending over; heaving her breath in and out of her body.
Bethany was a dramatic person, but really? We were just told to jog or walk around the track four times.
Looking around I noticed that Bethany wasn't the only one 'being dramatic.' Everyone was either on the ground huffing and puffing or still coming to the final lap.
"You ran the whole way!!" She said throwing her hands up in the air. "What's wrong with you, are you on steroids?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh heck no!" I told her, opening my water bottle. "Those things could kill me, I have like zero immune system, I can't take anything like that."
Of course Bethany knew this about me. She was my only friend, we even shared a dorm room. I've told her all my secrets.
"Then how are you not even the tiniest bit winded?" She asked.
I shrugged, blushing. "I don't know....."
"Oh well, let's go get food before tennis starts." She says.
"Okay, where to?" I asked her.
"lets go to Red Robbins where that cute guy works." she replies.
I was about to follow Bethany until I heard an ear piercing scream. My eyes go directly toward the persons voice.
It was Morgan. The leader of all the 'populars.' She and her group were full of themselves and loved to make an embarrassment of all the people 'below' them.
"Coach Foster!" Morgan shouted. "Mary tripped over Chantelle's bag."
Coach Foster turned her attention to my bag.
How had it even gotten in the middle of the track?
The coach glared at me.
"Chantelle?" She asked tapping her foot. "What's the meaning of leaving your things all over the track?"
For some reason I suddenly felt like I was being challenged and stared her directly in her eye. "You can't prove that's mine." I snap at her.
Her eyes widened and she looks down at me. "Is that not your name on the side of your binder there?" She points in the direction of my things scattered around on the track.
I should have just hung my head down and gave into her wrath.
But no... I had to be the smart mouth with authority problems.
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Chantelle struggled with her early teenage years because of an immunodeficiency that kept her hospitalized through-out high school. She has lost a large majority of her family over the years. Chantelle feels stronger for having outlived her family a...