Post by Solarstar on Feb 12, 2010 17:08:26 GMT -5
Hey, my name is Kalla. Yeah I know it's not a normal name, but in another language it means most beautiful. Although not many people think that of me. Especially not my parents. They hate me for some reason unknown to anyone. It drives me nuts. I don't get it. Aren't parents supposed to love their children? Well anyway, I have a sister and a brother, who hate me as well. Honestly, I have no idea what I did to deserve their hatred. My sister and brother are both older then me. My sisters name is Kendra, and my brothers name is Derick. My sister loves to take over the bathroom when I need to use it, she uses all of the hot water so I always have to take cold showers. My brother always loves to play pranks on me. He never gets in trouble for it though. Sometimes I feel like beating him to a pulp. But when I try, I get into major trouble for it.
"Vickey! Come down here now!"
I sighed and look over toward my door. "Just a minuet mother!" Yes I know. My real name is Vickey. I hate it. They know I do too. My friends call me Kalla after I found the name on the computer. They say it fits me better then Vickey does. Alright, I should probably go down stairs before she yells my full name.
"Vickey Rant Morseline! Come here this instant!" My oh so dear mother called.
I sigh again. 'Too late.' I thought to myself. I stood and walked away from my computer. They only gave it to me for my homework. Otherwise I wouldn't be allowed to even go near a computer. I opened my door and stepped out leaving it open. They'll think I'm up to something if I close it. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I saw my mother holding up my report card. "Yes mother?" I asked knowing what was coming.
She was tapping her foot on the tile of the granite flooring. "You already know what! You got a B in math!" She shouted at me.
I sighed slightly hoping she wouldn't hear me. But my hopes where crushed when I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek, finding myself facing the wall. I clenched my fists and kept my mouth shut trying not to scream because of the pain. I honestly didn't know what was wrong with a B. Isn't that suppose to be a good grade? "I'm sorry Mom, it's just that-"
"How many times to I have to tell you!? Call me mother or Miss. Morseline! Don't call me 'Mom' ever!" She shouted through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me Miss. Morseline." I apologized. "I'll try and do better next time." I said hoping she would accept. But once again, I felt her hand sling across my face as she slapped me on my other cheek.
"No you won't try, you will do better next time!" She yelled. I was just glad Mr. Morseline wasn't there. I would probably have a few broken bones in my body for this. "Now go back to your room! You're grounded for six months!" She exclaimed the punishment as if I cared. I was use to it. After fourteen years of this torture I didn't really care. That was one of my shortest punishments.
I turned and walked back up stairs. The tears I had could never come out. They all dried up years ago. I've hardly ever showed my emotions. I didn't care what I looked like. My friends, which I only have two, have never seen me cry before. But I do show more of my emotions around them. I'm one of the outcasts at school. I'm either picked on or completely ignored. My friends have always stood by my side, which got them to travel to loser ville along with me. I told them they didn't have to be my friends but they where too stubborn to listen. I stepped into my room and closed my door. I heard my mother come dashing up the stairs with her keys and locked my room as always. They kept me in there for a few days every time I did something wrong, which was like every week. I sighed and sat back down at my computer to finish my work. They had blocked internet access, but they forgot I was the smart one out of the family and I had figured out how to hack it and I did. I wasn't scared. They wouldn't know. If they where about to come into my room they would have to unlock it first and I would know when to close out. What they didn't know is that I had a secret e-mail. I went on to check if my friends had e-mailed me. "Lets see. Ah! Here we go. Myra e-mailed me. Oh and so did Crystal! Wait a minuet, Myra is on!" A little chat box popped up.
Myra: Hey wat up!?
Kalla: nm u?
Myra: same... so anything new?
Kalla: well I'm grounded for 6 months.
Myra: WHAT!!!!!!![???](http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b391/iluvmykats/MapleWhiska%20Graphics/blhuh1.png)
? Why?!?!
Kalla: Well I got a B in math.
Myra: .... isn't that supposed to be a good grade?
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Kalla: Yes it is. But They want me to set such a high bar for myself so that maybe I'll fail and they'll get to beat me some more.
Myra: Oh I see. Why don't you just tell the police? I mean they'll help you.
Kalla: I know but I have no proof except for the two hand marks across my face.
Myra: *sighs* let me guess... Miss. Morseline?
Kalla: Yeah.
Myra: Let me tell my mom and we can take you in.
Kalla: No no. I'll just be a burden to you. besides you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone.
Just then I heard the door being unlocked with keys.
Kalla: Oh crap g2g bye!!!!!!
I exited out and it seemed like I was doing my school work. My father then stepped in with an enraged look on his face. "Vickey what the hell are you even doing in school!? You don't seem to be paying attention at all!" With that, he entered and literally picked me up out of my chair. He scowled at me and threw me at my wall. I hit it and slid to the ground with a thud. I groaned slightly at the impact. My father stormed over and started kicking me in the stomach. After a few hard kicks, he reached down and grabbed my long blond hair and pulled me up. He grabs my neck and pins me to the wall. "You worthless excuse of a daughter!" He raged. He then tossed me across the room like he didn't care at all. He calmly walked out of my room. Slammed the door and locked it. I sat up shakily trying not to fall over. I used my arms and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I reached up and touched the corner of my mouth. Blood trickled from the side where my father had missed my stomach and hit my face. I pulled my knees to my chest and dug my face into my arms feeling the pain increase. I started to sing the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. I sang in a slight whisper so my family wouldn't hear. "She walks to school with the lunch she packed, nobody knows what she's holding back. Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, she hides the bruises with the linen in place. Howowo. The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearing the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes she wishes she was never born. Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel... Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, when mourning comes it'll be too late. Through the wind and the rain, she stands as hard as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel... A statue stands in a shaded place, an angel girl with an upturned face. Her name is written on a polyester rock, a broken heart that the world forgot. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where shes loved... Concrete Angel." I sang in the voice my friends had complimented me on so many times. Although I'm not sure I'm that good. I sighed. 'I just hope I don't end up dead like the girl in the music video.' I thought in my mind. I crawled over to my bed and lifted myself up feeling the pain shoot through my body. I pulled myself into my bed and laid on top of the sheets too shaky to do anything else. I put my hands together and prayed. "Lord, please help me. I don't think I can take this anymore. I keep thinking they're going to kill me. I don't know what to do. If I have to deal with this for a reason then I will for your sake, but please, if I don't have to deal with this pain then please let it end. I don't want to die yet. I want to be successful. I want to be in the FBI so I can help people who are in the same situation that I'm in." Afterward, I eventually fell asleep.
A few days had passed and I was getting ready to go to school. I had on my bell bottom jeans and my fave blue tank top. I had brushed my hair and grabbed my jacket along with my backpack and raced out the door after saying goodbye to my "Mother" and "Father". I was walking toward my friends house like I always did to pick her up so we could walk to school together. After I had arrived I rang the door bell and waited. Myra answered the door and smiled at me.
"Hey Kalla!" She said as she was reaching for her backpack that sat by the door. She then walked out and stood by me. "Bye mom! I'll see you later!" She called out. She then looked at me and noticed the rather dark bruise that was on my cheek slightly hidden behind my bangs. She gasped and looked at me with a horrified expression. "Kalla what happened to you!?" She asked, her tone filled with sorrow and rage. She already knew what happened but she wanted to know how.
I looked at her with a smile which I rarely gave out to anybody. But although I smiled, there was a lingering sadness and sorrow that was hidden behind the pools of ice. "I'm fine Myra, really." I said sounding like my normal self except for the slight rasping in my voice. The blood had gotten into my throat and hadn't quite cleared yet.
She looked at me still not believing a bit. She sighed and shrugged. "Lets go then." She said and turned starting to walk away from her house.
I quickly caught up and we started walking together toward the school. All of a sudden, a mud ball came zooming out of nowhere and hit me smack dab in the gut. I fell back in pain because the mud ball contained a large rock. Plus it hit me where the multiple and rather large bruises resided.
Myra gasped and turned to see the culprit. But it was a huge group of boys who where laughing at the sight. She glared daggers at them and was about the run over there and beat the crap outta them when one of the guys ran over to me and knelled next to me looking quite worried.
"Hey are you okay?" He asked concern filling his voice.
I couldn't really breathe so I didn't respond to him. All I did was look up and freeze. It was Jaden Conors. I had somewhat of a crush on him for a while. He wasn't like the others, he was kind, generous, and he had great grades. I finally nodded at his question but I coughed and once again a trickle of blood came running from the corner of my mouth. The wound had reopened and I was once again bleeding.
Jaden gasped a little at the sight that I was bleeding from the impact. He then turned his head toward his so called friends and glared daggers along with Myra. 'If looks could kill then those boys would have been dead by now.' I thought seeing how mad they both seemed to be. "Why the hell did you guys do that!? You hurt her bad enough to where she's bleeding!" He scolded them for what they had done. But they just looked at him confused wondering why he would defend a loser like me.
"But Jay-"
"Don't but Jay me! What did she do to you?! Does she deserve getting hit with a rock?!" He shouted at them.
I looked at him wondering why he was helping me. Sure he was always nice to everyone. But he never noticed me before. Then I started coughing once again.
Jaden turned to me looking at me with his golden brown eyes. "We should call 911." He said in his sweet concerned voice.
I shook my head quickly knowing that if I went to the hospital, they would notice the bruising. Either that or when I go home, my parents would yet again beat the crap outta me. I was slightly shaking at the thought.
Jaden looked at me confused.
Myra quickly looked at him. "There are reasons she can't go and I can't explain." She said to the boy.
He looked at her quizzically. "Well is there any other place we can take her?" He asked in a hurried tone.
Myra nodded. "We can take her to my house. It's just about half a block back that way. But I'll take her. You shouldn't be late for school." She remarked seeing as how he never was late, except for when he was helping teachers.
He shook his head. "No I don't mind. Besides, are you going to carry her all the way there?" He asked pointing out her problem.
Myra sighed realizing his point. "Yeah you're right. So how are we going to get her there?" She asked.
I tried to stand but fell back to the ground feeling the pain as I tried to move.
Jaden looked at me. "No you don't. You're not moving until we get you to her house." He looked up at Myra and smiled. "I can carry her on my back." He replied.
"You sure she's not gonna be too heavy?" She asked.
"I'll be fine." He replied. He looked over to where his friends where but they had vanished. "Jerks." He muttered. He turned back to me and carefully slipped his hands under me and lifted me up. "What in the world? She's almost as light as a feather." He said wondering if there was something more to it then just being out done by a large rock. He carefully placed me on his back setting my arms around his shoulders. He held onto my legs while standing up. "Alright, lets go then." He said heading in the direction Myra had pointed out.
They had both started off. I didn't know what to do or what to say.
After we had gotten to Myra's house she opened the door and let us in. "Here, my room is up the stairs and the first door to your right." She gave the directions. "Once you get in there, set her on my bed and let her lay down."
"Got it." Jaden replied. He started up the stairs and once we entered her room he walked in and set me down on Myra's bed.
I carefully slid off of his back and laid down. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. Now you're going to be late for school." I tried apologizing. I succeeded, but my voice was raspy.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Besides, I forgot my math homework so if I miss my first class, I can just turn it in tomorrow." He said laughing slightly.
I smiled a bit feeling better at his comment. But still felt really scared. I knew that if I was late, my parents would beat mr again. "Thank you Jaden." I said in my raspy voice.
"No problem. I like helping people." He commented. He noticed she still had her jacket on. "Why don't you take your jacket off so you don't over heat." He said hoping to help out some more.
I nodded once and slowly sat up with Jaden holding my back. I unzipped my jean jacket and slid the sleeves off of my arms. The mud had somehow seeped through my jacket and onto my shirt. I shrugged not really caring.
Jaden noticed how thin I was and started feeling concerned. He also noticed a bruise on my throat that was shaped like someone had grabbed me and tried choking me. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened? You have a bruise on your neck." He pointed out the dark ring on my neck.
I froze remembering my dad's tight grip on my throat just about three days ago. I looked down trying to hide my frightened expression. "Oh nothing. It's nothing really." I said to him trying to convince him that I was fine.
He looked at me not to sure what to say. He just shrugged when Myra came in with a bag of ice. "Alright Kalla, lay down and let this rest on your forehead while I call my mom and tell her what happened." She said.
I tried to protest but Jaden had laid his hand on my shoulder the look in his eyes just made me obey.
Myra looked at him and smiled. "Thanks for helping, but you can go to school. I'll tell my mom to call the school and explain why you're late." She said kindly.
Jaden smiled. "Thanks but I would like to wait and help out just in case you need it." He replied.
Myra shrugged and smirked at me. "Alright then." She said with a joking tone.
I rolled my eyes at her but stayed still feeling the cold bag on my head. My bangs slid from my cheek and my bruise was revealed.
Jaden gasped slightly at the sight. My wounds where being noticed here and there today.
I sighed seeing as how I wouldn't be able to explain this easily. "I fell at the lake that's all. I landed on the rocks and bruised myself." I lied before he was able to ask his question.
He didn't look quite convinced. He could tell just by first meeting me that I'm the stubborn type.
"Vickey! Come down here now!"
I sighed and look over toward my door. "Just a minuet mother!" Yes I know. My real name is Vickey. I hate it. They know I do too. My friends call me Kalla after I found the name on the computer. They say it fits me better then Vickey does. Alright, I should probably go down stairs before she yells my full name.
"Vickey Rant Morseline! Come here this instant!" My oh so dear mother called.
I sigh again. 'Too late.' I thought to myself. I stood and walked away from my computer. They only gave it to me for my homework. Otherwise I wouldn't be allowed to even go near a computer. I opened my door and stepped out leaving it open. They'll think I'm up to something if I close it. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I saw my mother holding up my report card. "Yes mother?" I asked knowing what was coming.
She was tapping her foot on the tile of the granite flooring. "You already know what! You got a B in math!" She shouted at me.
I sighed slightly hoping she wouldn't hear me. But my hopes where crushed when I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek, finding myself facing the wall. I clenched my fists and kept my mouth shut trying not to scream because of the pain. I honestly didn't know what was wrong with a B. Isn't that suppose to be a good grade? "I'm sorry Mom, it's just that-"
"How many times to I have to tell you!? Call me mother or Miss. Morseline! Don't call me 'Mom' ever!" She shouted through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me Miss. Morseline." I apologized. "I'll try and do better next time." I said hoping she would accept. But once again, I felt her hand sling across my face as she slapped me on my other cheek.
"No you won't try, you will do better next time!" She yelled. I was just glad Mr. Morseline wasn't there. I would probably have a few broken bones in my body for this. "Now go back to your room! You're grounded for six months!" She exclaimed the punishment as if I cared. I was use to it. After fourteen years of this torture I didn't really care. That was one of my shortest punishments.
I turned and walked back up stairs. The tears I had could never come out. They all dried up years ago. I've hardly ever showed my emotions. I didn't care what I looked like. My friends, which I only have two, have never seen me cry before. But I do show more of my emotions around them. I'm one of the outcasts at school. I'm either picked on or completely ignored. My friends have always stood by my side, which got them to travel to loser ville along with me. I told them they didn't have to be my friends but they where too stubborn to listen. I stepped into my room and closed my door. I heard my mother come dashing up the stairs with her keys and locked my room as always. They kept me in there for a few days every time I did something wrong, which was like every week. I sighed and sat back down at my computer to finish my work. They had blocked internet access, but they forgot I was the smart one out of the family and I had figured out how to hack it and I did. I wasn't scared. They wouldn't know. If they where about to come into my room they would have to unlock it first and I would know when to close out. What they didn't know is that I had a secret e-mail. I went on to check if my friends had e-mailed me. "Lets see. Ah! Here we go. Myra e-mailed me. Oh and so did Crystal! Wait a minuet, Myra is on!" A little chat box popped up.
Myra: Hey wat up!?
Kalla: nm u?
Myra: same... so anything new?
Kalla: well I'm grounded for 6 months.
Myra: WHAT!!!!!!
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Kalla: Well I got a B in math.
Myra: .... isn't that supposed to be a good grade?
![???](http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b391/iluvmykats/MapleWhiska%20Graphics/blhuh1.png)
Kalla: Yes it is. But They want me to set such a high bar for myself so that maybe I'll fail and they'll get to beat me some more.
Myra: Oh I see. Why don't you just tell the police? I mean they'll help you.
Kalla: I know but I have no proof except for the two hand marks across my face.
Myra: *sighs* let me guess... Miss. Morseline?
Kalla: Yeah.
Myra: Let me tell my mom and we can take you in.
Kalla: No no. I'll just be a burden to you. besides you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone.
Just then I heard the door being unlocked with keys.
Kalla: Oh crap g2g bye!!!!!!
I exited out and it seemed like I was doing my school work. My father then stepped in with an enraged look on his face. "Vickey what the hell are you even doing in school!? You don't seem to be paying attention at all!" With that, he entered and literally picked me up out of my chair. He scowled at me and threw me at my wall. I hit it and slid to the ground with a thud. I groaned slightly at the impact. My father stormed over and started kicking me in the stomach. After a few hard kicks, he reached down and grabbed my long blond hair and pulled me up. He grabs my neck and pins me to the wall. "You worthless excuse of a daughter!" He raged. He then tossed me across the room like he didn't care at all. He calmly walked out of my room. Slammed the door and locked it. I sat up shakily trying not to fall over. I used my arms and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I reached up and touched the corner of my mouth. Blood trickled from the side where my father had missed my stomach and hit my face. I pulled my knees to my chest and dug my face into my arms feeling the pain increase. I started to sing the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. I sang in a slight whisper so my family wouldn't hear. "She walks to school with the lunch she packed, nobody knows what she's holding back. Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, she hides the bruises with the linen in place. Howowo. The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearing the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes she wishes she was never born. Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel... Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, when mourning comes it'll be too late. Through the wind and the rain, she stands as hard as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel... A statue stands in a shaded place, an angel girl with an upturned face. Her name is written on a polyester rock, a broken heart that the world forgot. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where shes loved... Concrete Angel." I sang in the voice my friends had complimented me on so many times. Although I'm not sure I'm that good. I sighed. 'I just hope I don't end up dead like the girl in the music video.' I thought in my mind. I crawled over to my bed and lifted myself up feeling the pain shoot through my body. I pulled myself into my bed and laid on top of the sheets too shaky to do anything else. I put my hands together and prayed. "Lord, please help me. I don't think I can take this anymore. I keep thinking they're going to kill me. I don't know what to do. If I have to deal with this for a reason then I will for your sake, but please, if I don't have to deal with this pain then please let it end. I don't want to die yet. I want to be successful. I want to be in the FBI so I can help people who are in the same situation that I'm in." Afterward, I eventually fell asleep.
A few days had passed and I was getting ready to go to school. I had on my bell bottom jeans and my fave blue tank top. I had brushed my hair and grabbed my jacket along with my backpack and raced out the door after saying goodbye to my "Mother" and "Father". I was walking toward my friends house like I always did to pick her up so we could walk to school together. After I had arrived I rang the door bell and waited. Myra answered the door and smiled at me.
"Hey Kalla!" She said as she was reaching for her backpack that sat by the door. She then walked out and stood by me. "Bye mom! I'll see you later!" She called out. She then looked at me and noticed the rather dark bruise that was on my cheek slightly hidden behind my bangs. She gasped and looked at me with a horrified expression. "Kalla what happened to you!?" She asked, her tone filled with sorrow and rage. She already knew what happened but she wanted to know how.
I looked at her with a smile which I rarely gave out to anybody. But although I smiled, there was a lingering sadness and sorrow that was hidden behind the pools of ice. "I'm fine Myra, really." I said sounding like my normal self except for the slight rasping in my voice. The blood had gotten into my throat and hadn't quite cleared yet.
She looked at me still not believing a bit. She sighed and shrugged. "Lets go then." She said and turned starting to walk away from her house.
I quickly caught up and we started walking together toward the school. All of a sudden, a mud ball came zooming out of nowhere and hit me smack dab in the gut. I fell back in pain because the mud ball contained a large rock. Plus it hit me where the multiple and rather large bruises resided.
Myra gasped and turned to see the culprit. But it was a huge group of boys who where laughing at the sight. She glared daggers at them and was about the run over there and beat the crap outta them when one of the guys ran over to me and knelled next to me looking quite worried.
"Hey are you okay?" He asked concern filling his voice.
I couldn't really breathe so I didn't respond to him. All I did was look up and freeze. It was Jaden Conors. I had somewhat of a crush on him for a while. He wasn't like the others, he was kind, generous, and he had great grades. I finally nodded at his question but I coughed and once again a trickle of blood came running from the corner of my mouth. The wound had reopened and I was once again bleeding.
Jaden gasped a little at the sight that I was bleeding from the impact. He then turned his head toward his so called friends and glared daggers along with Myra. 'If looks could kill then those boys would have been dead by now.' I thought seeing how mad they both seemed to be. "Why the hell did you guys do that!? You hurt her bad enough to where she's bleeding!" He scolded them for what they had done. But they just looked at him confused wondering why he would defend a loser like me.
"But Jay-"
"Don't but Jay me! What did she do to you?! Does she deserve getting hit with a rock?!" He shouted at them.
I looked at him wondering why he was helping me. Sure he was always nice to everyone. But he never noticed me before. Then I started coughing once again.
Jaden turned to me looking at me with his golden brown eyes. "We should call 911." He said in his sweet concerned voice.
I shook my head quickly knowing that if I went to the hospital, they would notice the bruising. Either that or when I go home, my parents would yet again beat the crap outta me. I was slightly shaking at the thought.
Jaden looked at me confused.
Myra quickly looked at him. "There are reasons she can't go and I can't explain." She said to the boy.
He looked at her quizzically. "Well is there any other place we can take her?" He asked in a hurried tone.
Myra nodded. "We can take her to my house. It's just about half a block back that way. But I'll take her. You shouldn't be late for school." She remarked seeing as how he never was late, except for when he was helping teachers.
He shook his head. "No I don't mind. Besides, are you going to carry her all the way there?" He asked pointing out her problem.
Myra sighed realizing his point. "Yeah you're right. So how are we going to get her there?" She asked.
I tried to stand but fell back to the ground feeling the pain as I tried to move.
Jaden looked at me. "No you don't. You're not moving until we get you to her house." He looked up at Myra and smiled. "I can carry her on my back." He replied.
"You sure she's not gonna be too heavy?" She asked.
"I'll be fine." He replied. He looked over to where his friends where but they had vanished. "Jerks." He muttered. He turned back to me and carefully slipped his hands under me and lifted me up. "What in the world? She's almost as light as a feather." He said wondering if there was something more to it then just being out done by a large rock. He carefully placed me on his back setting my arms around his shoulders. He held onto my legs while standing up. "Alright, lets go then." He said heading in the direction Myra had pointed out.
They had both started off. I didn't know what to do or what to say.
After we had gotten to Myra's house she opened the door and let us in. "Here, my room is up the stairs and the first door to your right." She gave the directions. "Once you get in there, set her on my bed and let her lay down."
"Got it." Jaden replied. He started up the stairs and once we entered her room he walked in and set me down on Myra's bed.
I carefully slid off of his back and laid down. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. Now you're going to be late for school." I tried apologizing. I succeeded, but my voice was raspy.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Besides, I forgot my math homework so if I miss my first class, I can just turn it in tomorrow." He said laughing slightly.
I smiled a bit feeling better at his comment. But still felt really scared. I knew that if I was late, my parents would beat mr again. "Thank you Jaden." I said in my raspy voice.
"No problem. I like helping people." He commented. He noticed she still had her jacket on. "Why don't you take your jacket off so you don't over heat." He said hoping to help out some more.
I nodded once and slowly sat up with Jaden holding my back. I unzipped my jean jacket and slid the sleeves off of my arms. The mud had somehow seeped through my jacket and onto my shirt. I shrugged not really caring.
Jaden noticed how thin I was and started feeling concerned. He also noticed a bruise on my throat that was shaped like someone had grabbed me and tried choking me. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened? You have a bruise on your neck." He pointed out the dark ring on my neck.
I froze remembering my dad's tight grip on my throat just about three days ago. I looked down trying to hide my frightened expression. "Oh nothing. It's nothing really." I said to him trying to convince him that I was fine.
He looked at me not to sure what to say. He just shrugged when Myra came in with a bag of ice. "Alright Kalla, lay down and let this rest on your forehead while I call my mom and tell her what happened." She said.
I tried to protest but Jaden had laid his hand on my shoulder the look in his eyes just made me obey.
Myra looked at him and smiled. "Thanks for helping, but you can go to school. I'll tell my mom to call the school and explain why you're late." She said kindly.
Jaden smiled. "Thanks but I would like to wait and help out just in case you need it." He replied.
Myra shrugged and smirked at me. "Alright then." She said with a joking tone.
I rolled my eyes at her but stayed still feeling the cold bag on my head. My bangs slid from my cheek and my bruise was revealed.
Jaden gasped slightly at the sight. My wounds where being noticed here and there today.
I sighed seeing as how I wouldn't be able to explain this easily. "I fell at the lake that's all. I landed on the rocks and bruised myself." I lied before he was able to ask his question.
He didn't look quite convinced. He could tell just by first meeting me that I'm the stubborn type.