For the last two days, I’ve been feeling feverish. I complained to Mrs. Jane, my step-mother but she paid no attention to me and called me names. I had to use half of my savings to buy myself some drugs. With all of these, I was forced to do all the house-chores or else……
“Anny!! Get your fucking butt outta here!!!…” Kaylle psyched up, almost pushing me to slip.
“I’m almost done…” I said, feeling like balling my first and giving her what she truly deserves... A hot blow but I couldn't.
“How long will it take you to clean up this fucking kitchen?!” She roared and stained the kitchen with only God knows where on earth she got those tiny, muddy-legs from.
I was pissed because she made me clean the kitchen over and over again.
Kay opened the shelves madly, as if she was just released from prison, brought out the leftover bread and jam, and started devouring it. Rolling her coal-lined eyes at me with disgust.
Did I mention that Kaylle eats a lot? Well, she could be a food monger some times.
I decided to clean slowly, so I could clean the last stain she’ll be leaving in the kitchen.
“Get up and make me breakfast!…” She yelled, storming out of the kitchen.
After cleaning the kitchen, I quickly washed my hands in the sink and make pancakes with syrup, chocolate waffles and whipped cream. I put them in different plates and served. With haste, I rushed to the kitchen to devour the piece of chocolate waffle I left for myself. I had no right in the house to eat much…'cause if I did, I’ll end up being punished.
I quickly rushed to my bathroom to have a warm bath.
“Oww…!” I groaned, trying to hold the pain.
Apparently, my whole body ached, I became weak. I had to rush in order for me to meet Kaylle. Since I don’t have a car, I have no option left than to go with Kaylle or suffer the 45 minutes walk.
After taking my bath, I dried and brushed my natural black long hair that stops at my waist, put on my favourite purple T-shirt, my old blue faded baggy jean and sneakers. Picked up my old school bag and hurried to the garage to wait for Kaylle. Well, I and Kaylle attend Tony Montana High school. I’m in grade 12 while she is in her 9th grade.
Minutes later, Kaylle came out in all her glory.
“How do I look, Bella?” She asked arrogantly as she posed with her right hand on her hip.
"No one fucking cares about your stupid look, She-goat!" I thought but I dare not say it out loud.
“Errm, You look Ex-treeem-li beautiful.” I managed to say, faking a bright, toothy smile.
The truth is that I was already provoked with all this foolish and non-challant attitude of hers. She’s obviously an upcoming member of the School’s slut or should I say the school's Queen Bee as most people call it. We were fifteen minutes late already and all she cared about was her fake blonde hair, fake boobs, fat butt and her heavy, ugly make-up?! Gosh!!
At last... Finally, She threw herself in the driver's seat and I sat beside her at the front seat.
"Voom!"
She started the car and zoomed across the street, blasting music (Shine bright like a diamond …by Rihanna). I managed to put on the seat belt before she took off as my anger grew because all the pains I felt multiplied.
“Ooo,Ooo! Well, I’m beautiful like diamonds in the sky!!…” She yelled happily.
I put my hand to reduce the volume of the radio but kaylle smacked my hand. I flinched.
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Do you think Anny is going through hardships? How will she get out of this?You won’t know untill you continue reading....
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*********************** *** AT LUNCH ***I quietly arranged my books into my old, worn-out, white school bag. My classmates stared at me as they left the class, one after the other. Some murmured something I couldn’t hear clearly while others simpered.I shyly walked to the cafeteria, got some salad and a bottle of water on my lunch tray. I really have no friends at all except for Rilynn Blonca Thompson, the second child of the school’s headmistress even if she doesn't show it.Just then, I saw Kaylle coming to where I was, with her so called 'cliques' or should I say 'upcoming cliques'.“Hi Bella!” Kaylle muttered as she walked majestically away. She calls me "Bella
************* ? My jobless classmates were glancing at me godlessly, all through. As if I had become 'Ariana Grande' overnight.Everything went well untill the last class. It was music class. Mrs. Rafaella Johnson, our music teacher had taught us how to use all the various musical instruments to play diverse music including the waltz. She taught us a new lesson, asked us to go through the notes and learn how to play it with any instrument of our choice.Just as Mrs. Johnson completed her note on the whiteboard, all the students grabbed their schoolbags, ready to go home.“Not yet! Attention please!!” Mrs. Johnson yelled.All the students k
********THE FOLLOWING DAY***A high pitched voice woke me from my wonderful dreamland.“Wake up, Anny!!!” She added more emphatic stress to my name like she was the one who named me.Even in dreamland, I’ll definitely recognize that voice. It is Mrs. Jane’s."Oh jeez! I so hate when she did this, disturbing my beauty sleep. But I have no other choice than to get the fuck up! Perhaps, I've never had any beauty sleeps since dad's death."I snapped out of my stupid thought, hissed and stretched my lazy body out of bed.“Come clean my room, It’s really messy!” She screamed even
*** EIGHTEEN HOURS LATER ***I was busy with some school work when Kaylle entered my room. She looked beautiful but her dress was too tight and revealing. It was so tight that she could hardly move.I guess what I called her yesterday was even better compared to the way she looked. Whatever! I don’t fucking care!!“Hello darling…?” She gently greeted.“Hi Kay, I see you’re ready for the party?”“Yeah, of course. I just wanted to ask you… How do I look?” She asked stylishly.“You look so lovely.” I blushed with a foolish smile.“Really? I know y
Weeks Later.I caught a fever and stayed away from school for a week. I couldn't eat, sit, speak, stand or walk well because I was really sick.Kaylle and stepmum feared it might be followed by an irritable fever, the terminal kind. So she called Mrs. Aurora, the home doctor to check on me. She prescribed me some drugs that would quickly heal and improve my health. The home doctor told stepmum to let me have a week of absolute rest and eat properly.Mrs. Jane promised to take good care of me in the best way but what surprised me most was that she and Kaylle suddenly became nice to me. Kaylle served me on my bed every breakfast, lunch and dinner.With all of these care, I freaking don't enjoy myself because I wasn't used to it. She even feeds me.
This chapter is specially dedicated to all my wonderful readers. It's impossible to name all of you but I'm sure you guys know yourselves. I love you! #Amana-Deena.✴✴✴The next day finally came... Evan didn't come to my desk. I'm sure he thought by now, I must have read everything. If he won't come now, then later... 'At the library' I thought."Our topic for this week is cell." Mr. Rios introduced.Just then, Brim suddenly banged the door open. She boldly went directly to her seat and sat comfortably. Meanwhile, Mr. Rios only concentrated writing on the whiteboard as if no one entered.
The Next Day...Everyone in school got the video of what happened. One of the girls must have recorded and sent it to others. Students turned to her, side by side in an idiotic manner...but it seemed she's yet to watch the video.We were on our table eating when a junior student burst out laughing (at the video of course, drawing people's attention).Brim annoyingly went to her seat, pulling her hair violently to the centre of the canteen. Other students turned to watch what'll happen to the girl."What's funny?!" Brim roared at the shivering student."No...no..thing." She whimpered."So what made you laugh, fucking moron?!" She barked. Not caring if she was the one that recorded the vi