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Just as I expected Owen to snap, the bell rang to end class. Kyle laughed as he jumped up and shoved the chair out of the way, flipping Owen the bird as he backed up before turning and strolling to the door and throwing it open, the first one out.“… loser.” I heard Owen mumble, unable to catch the first part but perfectly able to assume what it was. I stood up and grabbed my backpack as Owen slid past me, his shoulder brushing mine. Knowing I would need them for my next class, I clutched the notebook to my chest with the pen firmly grasped in my hand.I stepped out in front of my desk, allowing Courtney to step in front of me since I would be following her. She turned to me, waiting for Bethany to get her stuff together and join us.“English is just a couple doors up so we don’t have to go very far.” She answered with a smile. As she turned to lead the way, Bethany walked beside her and I just fell in line, following them. The hallway had now turned into a multi-lane chaotic mess. Th
There it was. The first official backlash from Phil dropping me off this morning. I wanted to answer, explain myself, explain our situation but it was too late. I caught the name of the teacher, Mrs. Muncy, as she introduced herself but very little else as I sat there. My mind was nothing but a muddled mess as she passed out the syllabus and proceeded to discuss it. I would have to read it myself later when I was able to concentrate.I was embarrassed at all the unnecessary attention Vanessa had just cast upon me and what must be running through all of their heads about the new girl. I was angry and frustrated that not only was I left unable to explain but I also knew, deep down, that Vanessa did that on purpose.I didn’t even answer roll call, choosing instead to just raise my hand when Mrs. Muncy called me name. I didn’t trust my voice.From Owen’s body language, he was no longer in a good mood. He hadn’t said much since his interaction with Kyle when tempers flared but what Vanessa
Owen never looked back but Gary did, blowing me a kiss with a wink. I zipped my bag back, fighting the tears. I wouldn’t let them see me cry, I would not let them see me break.What hurt the most was the confirmation that he saw me the same way I saw myself. It didn’t matter if Courtney paraded me around the entire school. The fact of the matter was, I didn’t belong with them, around them. They were the cool kids, the rich kids, the ones that would run this town in the next fifteen to twenty years. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody, actually. The daughter of a dead prostitute that chose getting high to the point that she caused her own death over loving her two children.I was one of the last ones out the door but found Courtney waiting for me. The smile on her face told me she was oblivious and hadn’t heard anything Gary and Owen had said. Not that it would have mattered but in a way, I was glad she hadn’t. A look of sympathy would have more than likely caused the dam to break and I
Spanish class took my mind off of everything because I had to really concentrate. Mrs. Alvarez insisted on speaking Spanish throughout the entirety of the lesson, only switching back to English if she was giving instructions or something not related to the lesson. She told us her goal was to have the entire class speaking nothing but Spanish by Christmas break. She was a young, attractive Hispanic woman with long black hair that was braided in dozens of braids but none of the braids was the same thickness or style. She dressed casually in a solid yellow shirt and a comfy pair of jeans.I had what I estimated to be one credit of Spanish during my home school studies but was worried at how well I had retained any of the things that I read and learned. But from the first look, I had managed fairly well as I could understand most of the first lesson.I didn’t recognize a single person in the class and I was so thankful for that. I positioned myself in the back again, away from prying eye
“Welcome to Chemistry. I am your professor, Dr. Eric Tomlison. This is my first year at Wood Haven, as most of you probably already know so let me tell you a little about myself. I’m from Chicago but I studied Chemistry at the University of Tennessee and then finished my Doctorate Degree program at Vanderbilt. That is where I met my wife and she is a Rocky Top girl through and through. After we married this summer, I moved here permanently. We have purchased a home here in town. She is a Pharmacist at the hospital so we both have always had a love for chemistry, one that I hope I can pass on to some of you all.”He did the roll call, passed out the syllabus and then opened the cabinet and called us one row at a time and one person from each table to come up and get our textbooks. Owen stood up when our row was called so I remained seated and I mumbled a ‘thanks’ without looking at him as he slid mine over to me across the table as he sat back down.Dr. Tomlison continued once we had o
Given the morning so far, I welcomed the carefree, albeit slightly immature antics of the freshman and sophomore students that I seemed to be sharing my Health and Wellness class with. It was as if they didn’t have a care in the world. In some ways, I guess they didn’t. Not on the scale that a senior would and definitely not on the scale of my burdens and responsibilities.Watching them push and shove and play silly pranks on one another, I realized I had missed something by not attending high school all four years and by taking on adult responsibilities at such a young age. I missed the opportunity to be a child, to just live in the moment and know that someone else would take care of things and look out for me.Part of me knew this was missing all along and that’s the greatest reason I push so hard for Nate to have a normal childhood. I want him to know that he can fall and I will be there to pick him up. He can make mistakes and take chances and he never has to worry if I will be t
PROLOGUEMy hands trembled as I searched for the phone. I knew it had to be around here somewhere. She was never without it, always within reach, waiting for that next call. The call that would lead to either the next big hit or the means to an end. My hands felt blindly, frantically through the sheets. Not finding what I needed, in desperation, I ripped them from the bed. I breathed a sign of relief as I heard, no felt a thud on the floor next to me.I was temporarily deaf. The pounding of my heart fueled the high amounts of adrenaline running through my veins, creating a dull roar in my head, an endless pulsing wave rolling back and forth, blocking out all other sounds around me. My heart beat was strong, albeit a little too loud and unnecessarily quick at the moment.I scooped the phone off of the floor, my knees buckling as I flipped it over in my hands. Pain ricocheted through my legs as I hit the hardwood on impact, all strength leaving me as I collapsed to the ground. The scree
I felt his little hand tighten in mine and his feet started to drag, scuffing along the pavement, as the school loomed ahead in the distance, looking too big to even me. To his little eyes, I’m sure it was gigantic and threatening. I stopped and crouched down to his level, those beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me.“Do you think they will like me?” He asked me for the hundredth time in the last few weeks.“I am positive they will love you, little man. What’s not to love? You are smart and funny and the most handsome little guy I have ever seen.”“You have to say that. You’re my sister.”“Listen, have I ever lied to you?”He cocked his little head, thinking hard. I could see the gears turning, him trying his best to come up with a time I had ever wronged him. If I let this continue, we would be here awhile and he would be late because I had always and would always put him first and he knew it. He was just staling.I stood up again, looked down at him and gave his little h
Given the morning so far, I welcomed the carefree, albeit slightly immature antics of the freshman and sophomore students that I seemed to be sharing my Health and Wellness class with. It was as if they didn’t have a care in the world. In some ways, I guess they didn’t. Not on the scale that a senior would and definitely not on the scale of my burdens and responsibilities.Watching them push and shove and play silly pranks on one another, I realized I had missed something by not attending high school all four years and by taking on adult responsibilities at such a young age. I missed the opportunity to be a child, to just live in the moment and know that someone else would take care of things and look out for me.Part of me knew this was missing all along and that’s the greatest reason I push so hard for Nate to have a normal childhood. I want him to know that he can fall and I will be there to pick him up. He can make mistakes and take chances and he never has to worry if I will be t
“Welcome to Chemistry. I am your professor, Dr. Eric Tomlison. This is my first year at Wood Haven, as most of you probably already know so let me tell you a little about myself. I’m from Chicago but I studied Chemistry at the University of Tennessee and then finished my Doctorate Degree program at Vanderbilt. That is where I met my wife and she is a Rocky Top girl through and through. After we married this summer, I moved here permanently. We have purchased a home here in town. She is a Pharmacist at the hospital so we both have always had a love for chemistry, one that I hope I can pass on to some of you all.”He did the roll call, passed out the syllabus and then opened the cabinet and called us one row at a time and one person from each table to come up and get our textbooks. Owen stood up when our row was called so I remained seated and I mumbled a ‘thanks’ without looking at him as he slid mine over to me across the table as he sat back down.Dr. Tomlison continued once we had o
Spanish class took my mind off of everything because I had to really concentrate. Mrs. Alvarez insisted on speaking Spanish throughout the entirety of the lesson, only switching back to English if she was giving instructions or something not related to the lesson. She told us her goal was to have the entire class speaking nothing but Spanish by Christmas break. She was a young, attractive Hispanic woman with long black hair that was braided in dozens of braids but none of the braids was the same thickness or style. She dressed casually in a solid yellow shirt and a comfy pair of jeans.I had what I estimated to be one credit of Spanish during my home school studies but was worried at how well I had retained any of the things that I read and learned. But from the first look, I had managed fairly well as I could understand most of the first lesson.I didn’t recognize a single person in the class and I was so thankful for that. I positioned myself in the back again, away from prying eye
Owen never looked back but Gary did, blowing me a kiss with a wink. I zipped my bag back, fighting the tears. I wouldn’t let them see me cry, I would not let them see me break.What hurt the most was the confirmation that he saw me the same way I saw myself. It didn’t matter if Courtney paraded me around the entire school. The fact of the matter was, I didn’t belong with them, around them. They were the cool kids, the rich kids, the ones that would run this town in the next fifteen to twenty years. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody, actually. The daughter of a dead prostitute that chose getting high to the point that she caused her own death over loving her two children.I was one of the last ones out the door but found Courtney waiting for me. The smile on her face told me she was oblivious and hadn’t heard anything Gary and Owen had said. Not that it would have mattered but in a way, I was glad she hadn’t. A look of sympathy would have more than likely caused the dam to break and I
There it was. The first official backlash from Phil dropping me off this morning. I wanted to answer, explain myself, explain our situation but it was too late. I caught the name of the teacher, Mrs. Muncy, as she introduced herself but very little else as I sat there. My mind was nothing but a muddled mess as she passed out the syllabus and proceeded to discuss it. I would have to read it myself later when I was able to concentrate.I was embarrassed at all the unnecessary attention Vanessa had just cast upon me and what must be running through all of their heads about the new girl. I was angry and frustrated that not only was I left unable to explain but I also knew, deep down, that Vanessa did that on purpose.I didn’t even answer roll call, choosing instead to just raise my hand when Mrs. Muncy called me name. I didn’t trust my voice.From Owen’s body language, he was no longer in a good mood. He hadn’t said much since his interaction with Kyle when tempers flared but what Vanessa
Just as I expected Owen to snap, the bell rang to end class. Kyle laughed as he jumped up and shoved the chair out of the way, flipping Owen the bird as he backed up before turning and strolling to the door and throwing it open, the first one out.“… loser.” I heard Owen mumble, unable to catch the first part but perfectly able to assume what it was. I stood up and grabbed my backpack as Owen slid past me, his shoulder brushing mine. Knowing I would need them for my next class, I clutched the notebook to my chest with the pen firmly grasped in my hand.I stepped out in front of my desk, allowing Courtney to step in front of me since I would be following her. She turned to me, waiting for Bethany to get her stuff together and join us.“English is just a couple doors up so we don’t have to go very far.” She answered with a smile. As she turned to lead the way, Bethany walked beside her and I just fell in line, following them. The hallway had now turned into a multi-lane chaotic mess. Th
As soon as Mr. Hanson announced our pairing, Bethany asked, “Mr. Hanson, who is Fulvia and what does she have to do with Mark Antony? I thought he was in love with Cleopatra?”“Ahh, an opportunity to learn, Miss Yates. What topic did you draw again?”“The Roman bathing system.”“I’m changing it. I will lecture on it tomorrow. In the meantime, Miss Yates, I have now given you the topic of Cleopatra and added you to Miss Butler and Mr. Marshall’s group. Two powerful women. Nothing you can’t handle, right Mr. Marshall?”Owen just chuckled and shook his head but I couldn’t help but wonder if this was an inside joke of some sort and it made me uneasy. Was Owen Marshall just a player? Did he see me as his next conquest? Did he see me at all? My defenses were back in place, locked and loaded. I couldn’t be tricked by dimples, a handsome face and those dark eyes. I couldn’t be like her, I reminded myself.“As a matter of fact,” Mr. Hanson continued. “Didn’t one of you draw Octavian?” He asked
I followed Courtney up the stairs and down the long hall. Thankfully, all the students were heading in the same direction. Halfway down, she tucked in a door on the right so I followed her inside. Typical history classroom. Nothing impressive.The girl that was offended over the Orange Fizz last night waved to Courtney and she skipped ahead and slid into a desk right beside her. Courtney looked back at me and patted the seat right in front of her, indicating she wanted me to sit there. Since I had little choice in the matter, I followed her and sat down, pulling my backpack between my legs as every movement I made was watched carefully.“Aurora, this is Bethany. Bethany, Aurora is our new student and I am her guide this week.”I looked back and gave her a small smile. “Hello again.”She didn’t answer but gave me a half smile in return, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. I turned back and took a pen and notebook from my bag, ready to ignore them and get this class over with.Student
“You’re welcome, sweetie. We want you to be comfortable and feel at home here at Wood Haven on your first day.” She answered back with a genuine smile. “Now, let me see which of our guides I need to pair you with. Hopefully, there is a volunteer that you share some classes with.”She hummed away, looking at the computer as she decided which guide she would call for me. I sent up a silent prayer for it to be someone nice and normal, someone who didn’t want to be front and center with introducing me to everyone in the school on my first day.“Here we go. I think I have found the perfect match. She picked up the phone and overhead paged. “Courtney Romero. Courtney Romero, can you come by the office for a moment. Thank you.”She hung up the phone and motioned to an empty chair behind me.“Just have a seat there, Aurora and she will be up here in just a few minutes.”“Thank you again.”“No problem, sweetie.” She turned away from me as I sat down and motioned for the next student in line.I