Chapter 3 - Partner

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" alright listen up people. This assignment will take up thirty percent of your grade and I know the school year has just started but let's started off strong eh?? To help y'all out , I'll be putting you guys into groups of three. Since this is a generally small class they'll be fewer groups. Which means fewer groups to grade. It's a win-win."

I don't want to be partnered. I always hate being left out, people always give me pity looks or mocking glares. Yea I know I'm a nobody, you don't have to constantly throw it in my face. Maybe she'll let me do it myself.

" But," she says looking around the room, " you will not be choosing your partners, nor will you be having the same books to read. That way y'all can't be cheating off each other"

I let out a small sigh of relive as I take in her words. I won't have to endure those awkward moments while everyone partners up and then I'm left all by myself and I have to be put into a group.

But then worry sets in as I realize I could be put into a group with my sister. I don't want that to happen. I already have to deal with her enough outside of the class.

I hope. I pray. I beg, not to be put into a group with my sister Amy. But my prayers weren't answered, my heart sinks as she calls out the names and the book we've been assigned.

" first up we have Emma, Amy, and Jake. You'll be reading pride and prejudice. Next is Tyler, Amelia and Sarah you'll be reading Jane Eyre..."

I'm screwed.

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I smile, knowing who've I've gotten partnered up with. The mystery girl and the hot blonde. Already I feel guys giving me glares, envying me. I don't care though, I'm just going to enjoy my reward.

The teacher tells us to start discussing the project but before I could go over to mystery girl, Amy comes over and sits down next to me. She leans close to me, her breast practically spilling out of the shirt she's wearing. She's giving me a show and while normally I would enjoy it I don't today.

"So," she says reaching over and running her fingers along side my arm, "what shall we do huh?"

I take a glance over a t mystery girl who's still sitting in her seat. She's bent over her desk writing something. She's been in my mind all day, especially since I've noticed that she isn't wearing the same baggy clothes as usual. While she's still wearing a long-sleeve shirt, it seems to be tight as if it's to small, not mention it makes her breast pop out. She's also wearing ripped jeans, giving me hints here and there if her skin. I want to touch her, all of her. And I will, if it's the last thing I do. Soon I'll have her withering under me and screaming out my name. No one can resist my charms.

" Aren't we suppose to be discussing the project," I ask Amy. I need to put those thoughts away cause I don't want to walk around with a giant bulge in my pants.

Amy flips her hair dramatically and glares of at the direction of mystery girl, " My sister can take care of it besides, she's the last person anyone wants to be partnered with so it's better if you don't associate with her."

I frown at her words and glance over at the girl again. Her sister? I didn't know she had one. Intriguing. Hopefully she's as beautiful as her sister. God I hope so. Determined to find out, I stand up and head over to the girl taking the empty to the left of her.

"So... your Emma??"

She freezes, the pen freezing mid-writing. She turns to look at me briefly before turning back to the paper, " I can do it, she says her voice quite. I'm forced to lean closer to hear what she's saying. Is she that shy?, " You can go back over there any talk with Amy. I'll do all the work, I've already read the book so it it's fine. I'll write flash cards for you guys so you know what to say when we present. You won't have to any of the work."

I hear what she's saying but the words aren't really registering. I'm too hung up about how she looks. Remember when I said her sister looks like an sex god. Well Emm...Emma looks like a Sex God and an angle. She freaking sex on legs- and don't even get me started in her legs- her beauty surpassed by none.

Imagine your the most beautiful person you've ever met, then image that person then times more beautiful. That Emma.

I don't know how long I drool over her before I finally speak, " That doesn't sit right with me, we should do all the work. After all, that's why we were put into groups in the place, to work together." Besides, if I help her and show her what a kind person I am maybe she'll let me fuck her sooner.

I she looks like she's about respond but a shadow suddenly looms over the table and we both look up to find a glaring Amy. God, what's her problem?

" Move," she snaps at Emma. Emma gives me a quick look her face turning red before she quickly gathers up her stuff and moves a seat over. Amy sits down in the now unoccupied seat and smiles sweetly at me.

But I'm annoyed now. Who does she think she is, treating her like that. Especially if Emma's her sister. " That was rude," I say trying to keep the anger out of my voice, from what I've seen so far, it's probably in everyone's best interest if i don't don't show interest in any girls. I know that now.

Amy laughs and gives me a quizzical look, " Don't tell me you care for her? God, please tell me you don't."

I frown at her and try to discreetly look at Emma, she's staring off into space. I know she's listening to us, considering the fact that we're right next to Emma you would think that Amy would speak a little quieter. But she's not, it's like she doesn't even care if anyone heard her, like she wants everyone to know what she thinks.

" I don't. But so what if I do, who's going to stop me?you? Your not in charge and your sure as hell don't tell me what to do."

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The urge to cut can't be ignored. I've been trying all day but it's hard, no matter how hard I try to resist it's always there. That little feeling in the back of your mind that commands you to do something.

A few hours later I let out a sigh of relive when the knife digs into my skin. The burn of pain relaxes me and helps to keep the unwanted thoughts away. Cause if I don't then the demos will overpower me and if they do, then I will truly and utterly be broken. And I can't let my mom win, I have to.

She has these expectations of me. Do the housework, please the men who pay, and don't get in trouble. As long as I do those things then I get a roof over my head.

Needless to say I've been kicked out of the house quite a few times. The first time I thought I was truly and utterly free. I ran for days and tried so hard to get away. But no matter how far I ran, I couldn't escape.

Apparently every time I'm 'kicked out' she had someone follow me to make sure I don't run. She doesn't care if I starve, have no shelter, or get raped by someone in the back of an alley. No, all she cares about is if her 'prized' money maker can still preform.

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I curl into the bed and try to muffle my cries. Amy's pissed at me but I don't know why. What did I do?? She went and complained to mom about something and my mom went and got the bat. And I didn't even do anything. Why can't they just leave me alone?

My stomach aches and I'm scared a rib might be broken, or maybe it's just bruised. I hope it's bruised because if it's broken then I'll have to walk around in torment for weeks since my mom will never take me to the hospital.

I don't know how much time passes, but later I hear footsteps coming up the star and then a few moments later my mom appears.

Considering she's almost forty five, my mom still looks good. She still has her figure and beautiful blond hair that's so popular in the family. While Amy's hair is strawberry blond, my mom is more dirty blond. And me? Well I'm somewhere in the middle. A few shades darker then Amy but lighter than my mom.

People say I kinda look like her and I hate that. I don't want to look like her, she's a monster. But I see her every time I look in the mirror, she haunts me even when she's not around. I used to be scared that one day when I grew up and have kids that I would end up like her. Like mother like daughter right.

But I don't have to worry about that, cause soon I'll be dead. And you can't have kids if your dead.

But what I didn't know, is that the universe had other plans for me. Plans that evolve a certain boy.