New boy

The ride to school was a slow and painful one. Being on consistent alert that he could pull over at any given time and rip me from the back seat, had my stomach churning and tied in knots. We soon reached the school's parking lot. I watched as a few other students hurried away into the building. As he parked his truck I hear him tell me " To get my filthy piece of shit ass out of his truck!" I scramble to open the door hurrying to get out. I walk quickly to walk in front of him, taking the few steps two at a time to get faster into the school. Coming into the school's office Mrs. Sanchez's sweet voice sings out " Good morning  Mr. Sterlite and Jasmine," I smile faintly at her taking a seat in one of the chairs waiting for him to sign me in and soon leave. 

Tapping my foot nervously I look around to see Mrs. Mulberry glowering at my step father, before she looks over at me giving me the warmest smile. My attentiom quickly adverting to the pain in my left leg. " You better behave yourself, I don't need another phone call stating you've been in another fight you hear me," his husky tone rings out promising pain if I defy him. Nodding my head rapidly starring at the white tiled floor in front of me. Soon his boots disappearing from my sight, smacking hard against the school floor as he made his way out.

" Oh! my dear are you alright?" Mrs. Mulberry asks swiftly coming to my side, squeezing me in a tight hug. " I'm fine," my voice states coming out flat. " I'm going to head to my locker now," I say to her removing myself from her grasp. " I will see you later in class Jasmine," She tells me softly from behind as I make my way out of the office. Hopefully Megan will leave me alone today after our encounter the other day. I really didn't want to get whipped with bars of soap again. Especially when I was only standing up for myself. My step father hadn't see it that way though. He only saw it as I was making him look bad in front of others publicly. He strapped me down into one of the kitchen chairs with zip ties. I was gagged with one of his old dirty socks, shoved in my mouth and duct taped closed. So no one would hear my cries of pain. He took a small pillow case and filled it with bars of soap. Swinging it at my legs first, moving up slowly to my thighs and then hitting me in the stomach repeatedly, finally flipping me backwards in the chair, making me smack my head on the kitchen floor with his final blow.

Always thought the bar of soap thing was just a myth, how could you hit someone so hard and not leave any marks. Well here I was rivaling in agony with each step or turning of my body. The last hit had been so gut racking, I threw up the little bit of food I was able to eat that day at school. " Don't you have anymore clothes then that?" I hear come from the one person I didn't want to see. " I swear you wore that same outfit yesterday and the day before, are you so trashy you can't even change your own clothes," Megan bellowed out. 

I kept my head held high and just kept moving my feet forward picking up my pace. " Oh what did you lose alll your courage from the other day... I thought you were this badass girl that didn't take anything from anyone," I hear her say trying to taunt me. Rounding the corner of the hallway I reach my locker spinning the dial quickly as I put the combination in. Grabbing my binder I needed for my first period. Slamming my locker shut, I run up the stairs not caring if I get a write up for running in the hallway. I grab the handle flinging the classroom door open to my first class and take my seat at my desk. Thankfully I was the first to arrive. Mr. Snow walks in soon after giving a quick smile before turning to the chalk board writing out todays assigment and what chapters we will be reading from our History book. The bells rings as the rest of the students file in through the door briskly taking their seats. " Okay everyone, open your books to the first chapter written on the board," Mr. snow huffs out seeming slightly annoyed already.

Ancient Aztecs the chapter title reads. Ughh just great this was going to be another boring day in History. I quietly sigh, laying my head down on my desk. About fifteen minutes into class, we hear someone knocking on the classroom door, when Mr. Wiles opens it popping his head in " Mr. Snow I'm so sorry to interupt your teaching, but I have a new student with me who's joining your class," he says stepping into the room. I watch as he motions with his hand to the person standing in the hall to come in. Not caring about another new student, I revert my eyes back to my studies, wanting to get pass this chapter as quickly as possible. I don't know why... but History always bored me to death. Theres been quite a few times I've fallen asleep only to be awoken to the sound of people laughing as Mr. Snow handed me napkins to wipe the drool off that covered the side of my face and my desk.

" Excues me can I sit here next to you?" Came from the deepest voice I have ever heard asking me. I looked up to only be met with the most devilishly handsome face I have ever laid eyes upon. I mean some of the men in magzines were top notch. But the boy standing near me was abosolutely breath taking! Ocean blue eyes, golden amber hair hanging just above his perfectly sculpted eye brows, with a strong jawline that held the most beautiful smile. I don't know how long I had been staring at him for... When suddenly he clears his throat raising his right eye brow at me as he jestered to the desk next to me. I quickly removed my eyes from him, staring back at my book.

" Yay of course, it's not like I own it or anything," I scoff out. Hearing him chuckle " Okay, then." All through class I could feel his eyes boring into me, only looking away when the teacher called on him. " Psst. Psst.," I hear come from him, rolling my eyes I look over at him. " I'm Zack by the way," he says flashing that heavenly smile at me. Shaking my head I turn my gaze back to the chalk board, trying to copy the notes written on it. " And you are...?" he huffs, staring at the side of my face. " Jasmine," I answer quietly. " Could you please stop bugging me! I already have a hardtime staying awake in this class as it is," I bite out in a harsher tone then I ment to. Holding his hands up in surrender he turns back to his book. The bell soon ringing out, I grab my book and binder dashing my way up the isle and out through the door. Staying to the sides of the hallway, I dart up the two flights of stairs heading to my second period English. Ms. Sky was always sitting at her desk reviewing everyone's papers. Which ment if you were late she would always catch you. Glancing up from her desk momentarily she gives me a small nod as I walk into the room and take my seat in the back.

I sat in the back of the classroom in all my classes. It helped with the prying eyes and not getting bullied as bad sitting away from everyone. Flipping through my binder to my English homework. I start reading over the poem I had written for my assignment. Jumping at the sound of metal scrapping along the floor. I lift my head up to see those same ocean blue eyes starring back at me as he moves his desk closer to mine. I scrunch my eyes brows together as I raised them peering over at him like he had grow two heads. " What do you think your doing?" I ask him, giving him my best angry face. " I thought sense you were the only person I've actually kind a talked to... That maybe you wouldn't mind if I sat by you again?" he asks me with that silvery voice of his before he winks at me. I turn away feeling my face heatup. Why was he acting like this to me. All the guys in school usually kept there distance or called me horrible names. He must not know how people perceive me, being the new guy. Turning back to face him " It's a free country, you can sit where ever you want, but I don't think it should be something you try to make a habit out of everyday," frowning as the words leave my mouth. He grins at me triumphantly thinking he has won one over me.

One would think I would have at least made one friend through all these years. But I haven't, I'm on my own day in and day out. I'm pretty sure I have Megan to thank for that, with her spewing all her lies about me. Soon she will corrupt him as well, just like she scared all the other new students away from me. I sat quietly waiting for my name to be called, so I could read my poem out loud to the class like everyone else was doing one by one. "Well I guess I got lucky on this homework, I hate speaking in front of people," he whispers leaning close to me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. " Jasmine are you ready to read your poem?" Ms. Sky's voice rings out through the classroom. All heads turn glancing back at me. " Uh hum, yes Ms. Sky I am ready," I answer her, standing up from my desk and heading to the podium by her desk at the front of the class room. " Well this should be a fucking bore," Megan barks out in a monotonous tone, as the rest of the class snickers from her comment. " Megan please be quiet and show Jasmine the same respect as you did the rest of your classmates or you will be finding yourself in detention the next three days," Ms. Sky tells her angerly. " Yes Ms. Sky.." she replys. " Now everyone quiet down please, Jasmine if you would be so kind to please start reading," Ms. Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me.

I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak.

                      Lifeless

Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the darkest meadow met with only one shadow. Her lifeless body on display, shining eyes ready to betray. Growling and howling she can hear, as her fate draws near. Clasping a cold hand, her tears fell like grains of sand. Kissing soft cheeks, she wishes her life wasn't so bleek. Pooling blood calls to those, she never thought it would. Silently she prays to those you can sway and help keep the darkness at bay                           

The room was drowned in silence as I made my way back to my seat. Ms. Sky looking over at me with a sad smile. They all knew my poem was about the death of my mom. It had been all over the news here in our small town " That was really deep," Zack says to me with a small frown on his lips. Being the new boy he probably had no idea it was about my mom. Looking away, I try to blink the tears away not wanting to remember that cold and horrifying night. The night I held my dying mother in my arms trying to keep the animals away.