Ari's Story

Part 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Another day of hell. I get up to start my morning routine. I limp to the bathroom and survey the damge. I have a swollen jaw and a hand print brusie. Great. I hurry up and cover it up with make up and rush downstairs. I fix some eggs and put them on the counter with a beer and head out the door for school. The more I walk on it the worse it gets, but the easier it is to walk. The slap isn't what hurts, I don't really feel that stuff anymore, but my ribs still hurt like a bitch. I'm pretty sure I heard a crack in them. By the time I get to school I'm not limping as bad, so I walk on in and head to my locker and get my stuff for first period. I open my locker and get my math notebook out that is worn down and almost fallign apart. I have no clue what I'm going to do when it falls apart, father won't get me a new one. The warning bell rings so I head to math fast with my head down, hoping and praying no one notices me. When I walk into class hslf the kids are still not here, but I don't really care. I walk to the back by the window. I sit down and look out the window and see a bird flying around, I wish I could fly freely. I long to be able to be happy and free, but that's not the cards life delt me. The last bell rings and Mrs. Belcher starts talking

"Today we are going to finish the lesson we started yesterday.." she tells everyone but is cut off by none other than the bicth squad, or at least that's what I call them. Samantha, Taylor, and Trisha.

"You're late again gilrs." Mrs. Belcher tells them

"Sorry Mrs. Belcher." Samantha tells her

I just hope they don't notice me, they make my school life a living hell. I don't get peace at home and most of the time I don't get it at this hell hole either. They sit down in there normal seat and start talking while everyone else does the work they're supposed to be. When the bell rings I get up and walk out. I hurry and get to English, I don't hate this class but I don't love it either. It's okay, Mr. Adkins doesn't really bother me or really let anyone else. So I'm thankful. I sit in the middle of the room by the window again. I love window seats. They calm my nerves and help me escape a little. When the bell rings I head to Spanish with Mr. Greene, I like Mr. Greene, I do my work, and am one of the few who do, so even when it's wrong I don't ever fail. By the time lunch rolls around I head to the cafeteria to get my cup of fruit. The school makes everyone eat even when they don't want to. I always get told how fat I am so I just started believing it. Maybe that's why everyone hates me. I just want one friend, by dear old dad won't let me. I tried years ago but got two black eyes and a broken nose. So I never tried to make friends after that. I get my fruit cup and come face to face with the one and only Samantha with her minions behind her.

"Eww look what the cat drug in. Do you even shower?" she spits

I don't say anything so when I don't she punches me int he side. Right where I think they are cracked or fractured at. Tears spring to my eyes and I try to hold them back. Normally she never hits me where I'm already in pain but I guess luck isn't on my side today.

"Aww is the little baby crying?" she mocks

Her minions start to laugh s I stand up and walk out of the cafiteria and go to the bathroom. I go in a stall and cry for the pain I'm in. It hurts so freaking bad. Maybe father is right this is the universes way of punishing me. I hear the bell ring, so I wipe my face and walk out of the bathroom to my favorite class of the day, ART!!

When I walk in I see Miss. Rose sitting at her desk. I go sit down and start a scetch. I draw a blackbid and in it's wings I put the words 'fly free' when I'm done the bell rings. I turn in my scetch and go to biology with Mr. Boggs. I like the techer but not the class. I've never been really good, but somehow maintain a b average. When biology is over I head to my last class of the day History, with Mrs. Collins. She's my favorite. All we do is take notes and study them, and then on Friday we take a test over them. She's so nice sometimes I wish I could have her as my teacher in all my classes. Before I know it school is over and I have to go home. I dread it but I have to be there to cook. I don't see the bitch squad as I leave, but when I get home I see a black SUV in the driveway. Great father has company. This normally means I have to do everything and if I don't I get slapped around. I walk in carefully with my head down, and only look up when I hear my father say