Todos os capítulos de Claimed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Ophelia I walk into the counseling office and see a mid-aged woman with beautiful chestnut hair. She smiles at me and walks toward me. She puts her hand out to shake my hand. I get the feeling that she is going to be someone that I can talk to. "You must be Ophelia. I'm Mrs. Adams, and I am your counselor." She smiles brightly. "It's nice to meet you. Ms. Henson told me that you would be working with me on my plans." I smile as she leads me to her office. We both take our seats after she closes the door. I look around her office and see that she has a neat and organized office. I notice that, unlike my last counselor's office, there are no motivational posters all over the wall. There are none of those little nicknacks that have words of wisdom on them. "So I spoke with Ms. Henson and she let me know that your last school didn't seem to have a very good counseling program." She says giving me a week smile. "Yeah, they were more foc

Ophelia I have never in my life felt more self-conscience than I do at this moment. The events of this evening have been the opposite of what Mason said. He told me that this would be a friendly gathering of the guys and me going to a movie. It has turned into a date with Cole. He has managed to pay for my food and ticket, and he has held my hand since we left the pizza place. The turd even managed to talk me into giving him my phone number. Throughout the movie, he has kept an iron grip on my hand. He laced our fingers together, and my inner girl couldn't help but notice how perfect our hands fit together. His hand is warm, and I can feel him running his thumb along with my finger. I feel my heartbeat rising every time I start to think about our joined hands. I notice that when he doesn't think that I am paying any attention to him, he is staring at me. He has a smile or a smirk on his face, and it's beautiful. The boy could not bathe for days and never take

Ophelia I have been lying on this bed for the last ten hours thinking. I have a steady stream of tears running down my face, but I'm in control of myself. As much as I love Maggie, I now know that there is no one here that I can trust enough to stay. Maggie has never given me a reason to not trust her, but with Cole being her brother I don’t know how far it will go before she ultimately picks her family over me. If Cole is bent on ruining me or making my life unbearable then at some point it is going to start affecting our friendship. I want to believe that she would choose me over him, but they are family and they seem to be pretty close. I make my way over to the table where my bag is and grab my wallet so that I can call in some food and have it delivered to me. I haven't eaten since the couple of bites that I took at lunch. I order a pizza and sit back and think about how my eighteenth year of life has been more messed up than I could have ever imagined. On my ei

Ophelia I know that I can't hide in this hotel forever and it's making me sick to my son teach to think about it. Saturday evenings are meant to be fun and relaxing, and I'm here worrying about what I'm going to say to my family. I can't keep putting this off, so I grab my keys and head out the door. I need to get the answers to my questions so that I can make the best choices on what to do. The drive over is calm, and my nerves have settled a little. I park in the driveway and see that all of the cars are there. I take a deep breath and head to the door. I ring the bell and wait for someone to come. My father opens the door, and his eyes widen at the sight of me. "Ophelia, where have you been? People have been calling and showing up since last night looking for you." His words shock me. "I need to talk with you, mom, and Katherine. If you could please get them into the living room." He nods and lets me in the door. I sit down in an armchair a

Ophelia Gregory picks me up, and we head to the school. Susan was expecting us just before classes start. We talked it over and Gregory thought it best that he parks in the faculty parking lot and takes me in the back entrance. The last thing that I need is to see any students, and have to relive my humiliation all over again. I've managed to avoid everyone involved for the most part, and I don't want that to change. My plan on leaving is still set, and I don't want anything to change my mind. As we enter the back door Susan is there waiting on us. She leads us to a meeting room where the head of the school board sits waiting. "Good morning Ms. Harris. I'm Jackson Ward, and I'm over the school board. I have spoken with the other members last night, and they all agreed that I should be the one to help make this decision today. Would you mind talking about what happened and what makes you want to make such a rash decision to leave early?" The man looks