"Loser" voice 1 says.
'Such an overused term. I'm so over it'. I rolled my eyes.
"Yuck, watch how she's dressed, I mean come on, even a hobo knows how to dress better"
' Well if you were living in an orphanage where food is scarce and money is even rarer then you too will not have money to buy food much less clothes, dumbass!'
"Maybe that's why her parents left her in that dumpster," voice 3 says.
'Fuck you! ...although I have to admit that one hit a soft spot.
I was currently wearing a gray washed out dark blue jeans and a pink t-shirt that is also washed out. This was probably the best clothes that I owned. I was on my way to my locker before these people started their loud gossip whispering. I mean, you can't really call it whisper gossiping if the subject of your gossip is hearing every word, can you?
Anyway, I arrived at my locker only to meet a big "L" for loser on my locker written in a pink sharpie with glitter on it. It doesn't take a genius to know who did it. There's only one person in this school who lives for pink.
Jessica Andrews.
She's queen bee around here, everyone hates her but they won't say it because her dad's the biggest shareholder in the school.
Rolling my eyes, I ignored it. I picked up my textbooks and headed off to my classroom.
* Ring!!!*
Finally, School was over. Now on to my favorite place in this town, The Library. Headed over there I surveyed the town. I saw Ms. Piccadilly walking her black Shar-Pei that she spent her whole fortune on. If it were me, I'd do the same. He's a cute one that Shar-Pei, with his brown fur and black nuzzle. I'm sure if I were in an anime I'd have heart eyes.
Continuing along my long walk, I saw all the good here and also the bad. The weird neighbors that have strange hobbies, the pretentious twats that have no money to live large but still pretend that they do and the cute old grandmas that were having a get together playing bingo. I saw the vagrant no one talks to but me, the thugs in the nearby alley hassling a kid and the suffocating exhaust from a car a few teenagers were in and speeding past the red traffic light. I saw everything and yet, I didn't feel that I belonged here. I felt out of place.
At times like this, I hated being in my mind. I hate thinking about stuff. For instance, why did my parents leave me in a dumpster? Why can't I have friends? Why didn't anyone adopt me? Was it because I'm weird? Questions to which I'll never get answers to. I block out my thoughts and continued on my way.
10 minutes later I arrived at the Library. Clifford the librarian was behind the counter arranging some books. When he saw me he went beetroot red, stuttered and said: "H-Hello, Amelie, H-How are you?"
"I'm a fine cliff, how are you, just came back from vacation? "I smiled and replied.
I knew Clifford liked me. Even a blind man can tell. He's not bad, being 5 ft. 10, cute baby face with geek glasses, curly black hair and light brown eyes and a slightly muscular build but he's way too shy for me.
"Y-Yeah I did. Went to visit some family at home" he smiled and scratched his head. A nervous gesture I assumed.
"Alright then, if you need me I'm at the back shelf," I said walking away.
"S-Sure" he replied.
The back shelf was where all the interesting books were, Fantasy romances. I picked up the book I was reading last time I was here and sat in a corner. The name of the book was UNENDING LOVE. It was a nice read with werewolves and were-animals of all kinds as well as a romance that doesn't follow the typical stereotype werewolf book. When I first read the intro I was smitten. It seemed like the best possible read for a bad day and bad weather.
Carrying on from where I left off, I settled in for a 3-hour read. By the time I was finished it was 6: 15.
"Fuck!" I was going to be late.
I got up in a hurry, panicked and disheveled. I was supposed to be back at the orphanage by 6:30. Mrs. Albatross won't be happy with me. Seeing as it's the 3rd time this week.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I said disgruntledly. I grabbed my purple galaxy bag and ran out the door, faintly hearing a "bye Amelie" from Clifford on the way out.
OK, it takes 10 minutes from here to the orphanage on a bus but the bus had already left so the only other option was to run and that's what I started doing. I was a great runner because I use to be on the track and field team when I was younger. So I reckon I could make it home in under ten minutes if I gave it my all. I looked at my watch, it was 6:18. I had enough time. On my fastest speed, I was there by 6:28. I headed in the house and was met face to face with the devil herself, Mrs. Albatross. She was standing there with her arms crossed, feet tapping against the wooden floor like a natural-born villain.
She pulled out her watch and checked the time. She then said " Williams, if I have to speak to you about your tardiness one more time you're sleeping outside with no dinner, do you hear me?" she said in a severe tone with narrowed eyes.
Knowing better than to argue, I simply said yes obediently.
'Not like I get food anyway'
She hmphed and walked away with some other kids who were standing nearby watching the scene. As soon as she was out of sight I showed her middle finger and cursed her under my breath. A laugh echoed out softly. A little girl half my height stood behind a large flower pot to the left of me peeking out.
I knew her, she was a mute and her name was Hailey. She didn't talk much after she witnessed the death of her parents at the age of 5. I always felt sorry for her but what good does feeling sorry ever do? Normally I wouldn't talk to anyone but I felt like talking to her at that moment.
'Hi, what are you doing there?" I said gently, trying not to scare her. It didn't work. She went red and dashed up the stairs ignoring my calls.
'Well so much for that idea' I thought sarcastically'
I then went into the kitchen to look for food. Normally there would be a plate with our names on them in the refrigerator but when I opened it there wasn't anything there for me. My stomach growled and I felt faint. I hadn't eaten for two days now.
Groaning, I went up to the stairs, knowing I wasn't going to get fed today and went into my room. If you can even call it a room. It's more like a slightly bigger cupboard space. Enough for a small bed and table. My table had a cute vase that I saved my money to buy. It was the only belonging I personally owned.
Taking some clothes, I went down the hall and into the bathroom, lucky that there wasn't a line. It took me 10 minutes to shower and wash my kinky hair. Finished I walked out of the bathroom and went straight to my bed. I snuggled into my pillow, tired from running and was almost asleep until I heard my door open. It made a slight screeching noise but it was closed immediately. The noise was piercing in the silence. I was stiff on my bed, not daring to move.
"Amelie, I bought your food" a deep voice sounded in my room. I knew who it was. The only person to come into my room at night. Mr. Albatross.
He walked slowly to my bed, put the food on the table and sat on the edge. My bed sank at the extra weight. I started to tremble when he ran his hands along my arms and through my curly hair. When I was little, I use to have a crush on him but not anymore. This has been happening since I was 11. He would come into my room in the night and touch me but that's all he's ever did. I just had to stay still and do nothing.
It's not like I've never tried to fight before, I have. When I was 13, I told Mrs. Albatross about him, but she slapped me and told me to stop making up stories. The next night, he came into my room, strangled me and put a gun to my head saying, if I ever told anyone what he did, that he'll kill me. I guess she had told him what I said. From that day, I never trusted her or anyone else.
He started to touch my boobs, rubbing and kneading them. It felt horrible and it hurt. I started to whimper because he suddenly went down toward my pants. He put his hand in and started rubbing at my privates. I hated it. After a couple of minutes of this, he got on top of me and started fiddling with his belt. My eyes opened wide, ' please don't .please don't' I kept screaming in my mind. He then successfully got his jean pants off and got back on top of me. He proceeded to pull at my pants to tug them off.
"P-Please don't," I said pleadingly, tears running down my face.
"Don't worry love, I'll be gentle ok?" he said in an evil voice in my ears. I could feel his breath on my neck, my heartbeat already beating overtime spiked when he pulled down my pants and underwear by force.
'No, no, no I won't let this happen. He won't steal this from me too' I thought with determined resolve in my eyes.
I stretched my hands out for something, ANYTHING that can get me out of this situation. Then my hands came into contact with something solid. It was my vase. Without a second thought, I slammed it onto his head, he was knocked out immediately and fell on the floor with a loud 'thud'. Adrenaline coursing through me, I pulled up my pants and took a step back. Mr. Albatross laid there, bleeding out of his head. There was so much blood.
' Was he going to die?'
My thoughts were moving at lightning speed. I had to get out of here. Hesitating with making this decision, I heard a noise outside and that helped to speed up my choice.
'Fuck it, I'm running away'.
Gathering my measly belongings, I put on my sneakers and ran out of my room and out of the house without looking back.