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Bleeding Tears: Chapter One
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 Created on 6-17-07
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“Jamie!” I hear some one calling my name as I sit dreaming of a night mare at my cold desk. So you could have guessed it, yes my name is Jamie. I have long blonde hair with blue and black tips; I also wear a skull bow to hold the bangs out of my eyes, which are blue. I have my ears pierced 5 times and my lip once. I normally wear a black tank top and a black zip up jacket with a hood. The sleeves cover up my scars, but when I’m not wearing long sleeves I’ll normally wear wrist bands, or arm warmers. I also wear grey skirt that goes down to probably my knees, I sewed up some opened holes on it though. As you might see that yes, I am a cutter. Among my clothing I have a few accessories, such as the black chocker with a key on it, and the many bracelets.
So as I open my eyes to see the ignorant voice calling my name. To my surprise it’s Mr. Benton, our history teacher, his face in mine, Mr. Benton being a rather old man who’s probably drunk ever morning. Amazing how he got a job as a history teacher seeing as how he owns the local adult toy store down the street.
“Jamie! I said who is the owner of the butcher shop?!” He yelled in my face. I looked over to my friend Grete as she tells me the answer in sign language. I don’t care; I’d rather take the chance to humiliate the local drunk.
“I don’t know! Maybe you should go ask the alcoholic who owns the adult store down the road!” I snap at him as every other student in the class gasp. Yeah I know, wow I yelled at the teacher I’m in big trouble. Yeah right, so if I get suspended from high school all it means are a couple of fresh bruises from my father. Mr. Benton glares at me all the way to his phone on the mess that he calls a desk. When he calls down to the office all you could hear from the other line was laughing and a, “It’s about time one of them said it!” As Mr. Benton slams the phone down you can no longer hear the hysterical laughing coming from the other side of the line. He shoves a dunce hat on my head and fell a sleep with an adult novel over his face as the class writes a paper on the book called the Butcher Shop. Grete moves over to the desk next to me in the back corner near the computers. Amazing how she wants to be my friend. This is the preppy girl with long brunette hair, grey eyes with glasses, and always wearing preppy clothes from American Eagle, Hollister, and Ambrecrombie and Fintch. She wants to be my friend? It’s just amazing to me. Most of the preps insult me on how I dress and think I’m stupid for cutting, she doesn’t know I cut though.
“Why didn’t you just say the answer? I know you know sign language!” She scowls at me.
“Because I’d rather make fun of our alcoholic.” I said while smirking. “Alright, but don’t forget everyone is meeting at Pearl Park after school so don’t be late.” She said while laughing.
“You should really tell your self that and not me.” I said.
“Shut up! At least I don’t have a crush on my best friend!” She taunted me.
“Hey! You shut up now, that’s not true, and hey who’s the one dating a friend’s little brother!” I yell back.
“I am!” She shouts as she waves her hand up in the air. We both start laughing and up behind us come a poke on the shoulder.
“Hey you two, if you’re loud enough maybe you’ll actually wake the walrus for once.” Derek tells us with a smirk. Derek just happens to be Grete’s boyfriend, who just happens to be the little brother of a friend we were talking about.
“Sure that will happen, when hell freezes over.” I say with a smile as Derek laughs. Derek is in our group of friends. He’s a really nice person, which is probably why Grete is dating him. I have no clue how it happened, but it did. Well yes he’s brunette and he just wears what’s comfortable to him. He also has brown eyes; I guess it matches his hair.
“Hey that would be a miracle! Mr. Benton actually doing his job right! Wow now there’s a day I can wait for.” Grete says.
“Well Jamie since you missed the story read aloud session, and you haven’t been able to purchase a book, you can borrow mine.”
“Thanks Grete you’re a real friend.” I say as thanks. “Oh I know it; you don’t have to remind me!” She says handing me the book. The rest of the school day was just mainly the rest of the school talking about what I’ve done. The anxiety of everyone looking and pointing to me while whisper to their gangs was hell, I’m not used to this kind of attention. I can’t wait until I get to see him.Comments
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its good
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