t with my tears. I can't be

w many bruises he has

to do out there ?

ing ? I'm just a teenager who

gain from my part-time job be

r that Mom had been working hard her entire life t

new where s

iolence against me to make me speak, but how can I

finally comes, when I find it, I will disap

as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Just

n't wait for it. School is the place whe

art until two and a half hours later, but I c

initial reason why I'm wearing it is to avoid Tuck's rage, to make the effec

ted, but my glasses and I

g on my shoulder, and these thick glasses, I look nothing less like a bookw

ay. Be good

y heart, hoping to encounter something good to

of my backpack. When it finally arrives,

al. But since I come earlier, it's no

that all the seats are already taken. I have no cho

the window that somethi

immediately recognize him because he atte

captain. The guy that most of the

, during which he usually sits at the popular table with

im, but his picture-perfect existence is

ance, I can see how his masculinity can intimidate other guys

. Damn. I doubt that he recognizes me, so it wi

indow, I can't help but wonder why

like...su

oticed it before that he has a shiny toy. I don't know

r him pick it up, I can sense that he's standing not

ns, speaking on the phone. « My car is broken, dammit. I'l

r football practice. And the

st like that. Like magic. It's not like

wondering when I'll

take her to various places. Fun places. A sa

unusual happening. Right. I'm sure of that

my thigh. I shudder. I can also feel the heavy b

rv

ing have anything else to do other t

s skirt today – I just want to start m

e-length, and from the way it looks, I doubt that it

wear something way

man's rough skin continues caressing my thigh. A gasp almost es

escape him, and he easily traps me again. Oh, God, has no

they ? All of them are too occu

ing me yelp. I suddenly decide to just scream for help,

at