Since I have an off period, thanks to Sarah, I decide to actually go and take a shower. I mean it wouldn't hurt and I would really like to get the smell of blood and sweat off of me. I entire the locker room and make sure nobody els is their. I then start to take off my closhes and look at my body. I would have had a very beutiful body if not for the scars and marks. My body is a light tan color and my green eyes pop with my raven black hair. I also have an athlete's body, meaning I have muscles in al the right places but I'm not buckled, I have a hour glass figure and eventhough I'm short I have long legs. I just wished that I wouldn't have to look at the ugly claw marks on my back and side. Its because of my scares that I don't like to wear open clothes except at home and at the bar. At home it doesn't matter and at work it's to dark to see them. I don't know how long I was starring at myself the mirror, but I stop looking at myself because with each passing second I can feel myself just getting more sad. I decide to just take a quick cold shower and get dressed in my clothes again. I towel dry my hair and leave it down so that it can make natural curl.
I wait for the bell to ring before I make it to my next class. I already feel drained and it's only the second period. I mentally sigh and walk to my next class. Since I'm the first one here I sit at the back next to the window. I didn't really listen in class and just drawed the brown wolf from earlier today. I keep on seeing those blue eyes. Why do they look so familiar. For some reason that's all I could think of the entire day.-
The bell rang and it was lunch time. I moved to my locker and placed my bags and books their. I took out my reading book and reading glasses. I kept my head down and walk to the cafeteria doors. But before I could make it I dumped into a wall. No not a wall the kings of the school! Out of everyone here I hated them most. They were cruel on another level.
The boys turned around and slowly their eyes met my. Dammit! Now I'm going to get it. The twins were your typical popular boys. Drop dead gorgeous, they both have a jawline, six pack and no matter what shirt they would wear you would always see their muscular bodys underneath. They had midnight dark hair and beutiful blue eyes. They were also captain of ever team and ever sport. I got off the ground and muttered a small sorry.
"Aww the poor child fell down, how sad.
Maybe we should call her family, o wait you don't have a family do you?" One of Sarah's friends said. Everybody started focusing on us. All the twins friends and Sarah's minions.
"0 no, she has that little weird kid brother. " I bit my lip trying my best not to attack Sarah for insulting my Bilbo. "Tell me, how close are you and him, mm?" She lift a eyebrow and took a step closer. "If he gets scared do you claim in his bed and make his fear go away, or do you help him shower and bath, you know to make sure he's clean everywhere? Does he help you clean everywhere, Sophia?" She said in a sick and twisted voice. He's six years old, how could this bitch talk about him like this.
I wanted to scream. No I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to punch her for each word she said. She wasn't done thou, she took a few steps, until she was right besides my ear. She then leaned in closer to me.
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