9: Not like you

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I slammed the door shut with more force than was necessary, but no one could blame me for my action. I was mad. No! I was beyond mad. I was full of rage and it was all because of that bitch Samantha. How dare she lie against me like that!

Miss Whitfield, miss Crawford here tells me that you shoved her to the ground earlier today and later on, you purposely threw a ball at her during P.E. Care to explain yourself?

That's what the principal said to me right after sixth period. I didn't expect her to report me to him, and no matter how much I tried explaining my side of the story, I already knew that he wouldn't believe anything I said. Hell, even my own goddamn friends thought I threw that ball at her on purpose.

The end result of the whole ordeal was that I had to spend an extra hour after school, serving detention. My head was pounding from the whole experience of the day, and all I wanted to do was go up to my room and take a hot bath.

"Nice of you to finally come home Melissa" my mum said icily. She was standing at the foot of the stairs with her arms folded and her eyes blazing mad. I had already had a long day and the only thing going through my mind at that point was that she was blocking the way to my bedroom.

"Hi mum, how was your day?" I tried being polite. I really did try, but there was no keeping my sour mood out of my voice and my question ended up coming out sarcastically.

"My day was just fine," she hissed and narrowed her eyes at me. "Why don't you tell me how yours was?"

"Okay, I guess" I shrugged and sunk into the couch. My head was throbbing really badly and I needed to seat down before I collapsed.

"Really? Anything interesting happen today?"

Her question set off alarm bells in my head. From the moment I stepped into the house, I knew something was wrong, but there was no way she could have known about the fiasco that happened in school today. Just to be safe though, I lied.


"Hmm," she said and tapped her chin twice. "Well that's strange, because I got a call from the principal today and he told me that my daughter was going to be serving detention because she maliciously attacked a fellow classmate of hers"

The temperature dropped a few degrees with every word that left her mouth. Damn! I should have known she'd find out.

"I didn't do anything!" I said angrily and rose from the couch, completely ignoring the sharp pain that shot through my head from the action. "That bitch lied against me".

"Mind your language young lady!"

I bit back a sharp retort, before I got myself in any more trouble, and instead glared at her.

"She lied against you?" She laughed harshly. "And I'm guessing the principal was in cahoots with her too, right?"

I knew her question was rhetorical, but I didn't care. I couldn't believe that my own mother wasn't even going to believe me.

"Can we not do this now?" I sighed in frustration. All I wanted to do was go upstairs and take a really long bath. My muscles ached and my head throbbed badly.

"We are going to discuss this right now, Melissa! I have had it with your misbehaviour" she snapped.

"Well I didn't ask to come live with you in the first place!" I yelled as anger coursed through my veins in full force. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.

A look of hurt flashed over her face quickly, but it disappeared instantly and was replaced by a deep scowl.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"No, mum. How dare you?" I snapped and she took an involuntary step back. All the anger I had bottled up throughout the entire day was finally bursting out of me.

"How dare you take the side of a total stranger over your own daughter!" I screamed and stormed past her. When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped and turned to face her with a look of pure hatred.

"I don't care what you think of me mum, but I would never intentionally hurt someone. I'm not like you"

I marched up to my room without a backward glance. My head hurt so badly that when I got to my room, I completely forgot about the bath I wanted to take and instead slumped on my bed, then fell asleep.


By the time I woke up, it was six in the evening. The sun was just setting, but it was still bright outside. A sharp pain shot through the side of my head and I winced. Massaging the headache away, I sat up and looked down at my uniform. It was all squeezed and very rumpled. Sighing, I stood up from the bed and striped out of my uniform before heading into the bathroom for a shower.

When I got out of the bathroom, I slipped into a blue knitted sweater and paired it with black jeans and a pair of black Nike converse shoes. I stepped out of my room and descended down the stairs to the living room. As I got closer to the living room, I could hear the clanking of pots and pans.

I passed by the kitchen and saw my mum bending over the stove with a spatula.

"Where are you going?" She yelled when she saw me pass.

"Out for a walk" I replied dryly and slipped out of the house. The argument we had earlier was still very fresh in my mind, and I just wanted to get away from her for a while. I would have gone for a run, but it was getting late. So I just decided to go on a stroll.

My original intention was to walk around the block before going home, but after a while, I realized that I'd walked more than three blocks from my house. The light from the street lamps shun brightly on the tarred road and my legs carried me forward. Before long, I approached a very familiar brown gate with a huge capital E. It seemed a bit ironic that of  all the places I could have gone to, I ended up in front of the school. The same school that had been the root of most of my problems since I moved to Seattle.

I tried pushing the gates open, but it was firmly locked with a huge padlock. I wasn't surprised though. It was well after school hours and there wasn't anyone around, so of course the gates would be locked. I turned around to head back home when I caught movements from the wall to my left.

Out of curiosity, I slowly walked up to the place where I saw movements. That was when I saw three tall, hooded figures jumping over the school fence. Clyde hills was a very safe town, so the walls of the school wasn't built very high, but it was still high enough to keep people from seeing inside of the school.

Confused, I edged closer to the shadows of the wall and tip toed towards the three figures. Two of them interlocked their fingers together and hoisted the first one up, then one of the remaining two locked his fingers together and gave the other a boost.

"You assholes better not drop me" the last of the three hissed quietly as he braced himself to be pulled up. The voice of the person sounded strangely familiar, but I couldn't remember why. As the other two pulled him up, the hood of his sweater fell backwards and his face became visible. That's when I realized why that voice sounded very familiar.


Hey guys!

How are you all doing?

I'm kind of having an off day but I managed to get a chapter out. Tell me if it's good or nah ;)

So it seems Melissa and her mum can't seem to stop butting heads (haha). Do you guys think it was wrong of her mum to not be on her side?

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I'll see you lovely people next week.

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