Chapter 1
I can’t believe this is happening. This has never happened before. How could it now? Why, body, why did you have to take over?
The dilemma that occurred just 15 minutes ago was still trying to be registered into my mind. Slumped down in my chair with my fist against my forehead and my eyes closed is the way I’ve stayed for 15 minutes. Either I was gonna start praying that I could get out of this without going deaf in one ear, or I was gonna walk right out the door that was wide open only 6 feet away. So close.
The creaking of the Principal’s wooden door against it’s old hinges only made me open my eyes and look at the ground. Pink heels with light skinned feet in them stopped in front of me and I debated on whether to look up or not. After the battle going on in my mind, I finally looked up.
“You’re going to get what you deserve. And it ain’t gonna be good.” Italy Summers. A southern girl with the most prom votes, I think. Her wavy black hair cascaded down her back. She was wearing a white dress that came mid-thigh with sleeves that came to her elbows. Also a gorgeous golden necklace. I would consider her outfit as cute, but I didn’t like the mouth that came with it.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I gave a tight smile when I saw the red hand mark on left cheek that came from my hand. Italy rolled her eyes and waddled out the office. Not before she muttered ‘skank’.
I went back to my slumped position, but 5 seconds later the creaking came back and another set of shoes came in my view. Matte black.
Putting on my best face, I tried to act normal. “Principal D, great weather, aye?” I gave him a bright smile looking at his grey eyes. “In my office now!” he bellowed and I almost flinched but kept my ground.
“Alright,” I breathed out and followed him to the office Italy was just in a couple minutes ago. The lady at the desk gave me a strict and scary face, then turned back to her computer. She didn’t like me either. Huh. Nothing new.
When I heard the door close behind me I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Would you like to explain why you started commotion right after class?” Principal Diggs asked trying not to yell.
I picked at one the curls that fell put my bun and looked at his name tag on his desk. What am I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, there was a fly on her face and I was just trying to shew it away?’ I really don’t want to lie. It’s my senior year and my whole future is waiting for me when I walk across that stage at graduation. Me slapping Italy or lying is not going to jeopardize my chance of getting out of here.
Uncrossing my legs, I folded my hands in my lap and thee truth came spilling out like a waterfall.
30 Minutes Ago
Mrs. Hernendez was writing calculus notes on the white board with a blue marker that was running out. I had to take out my glasses so I could be able to see the dense writing on the board, not because I was sitting in the back of the class. Putting them on, I completed my notes and the bell rang. I packed my notebook in my bag and filed out with the rest of the students in AP Calculus.
The hallway was swarmed with students trying to get to their next class or just to get to the cafeteria for lunch. I took a left and my locker was the fourth on the left on the top.
12 right, 4 left, 5 right.
After I put my combination in, I took the lock off opened my locker and took out my English book for my next class. I closed my locker, put the lock on, and walked to my class.
Only taking 3 steps, I see these girls down the hallway ripping stuff out of a locker. “No! Stop!” a familiar voice scream.
As I inched closer, I heard the girls ripping the things out the locker laughing like hyenas. There were torn pictures of rock bands, but one picture I saw in the back of the locker was none other than Harry Styles.
The girls stopped what they were doing and broke the huddle they had around my best friend, Tania Williams. I let out a breath as I noticed who the lead of the pep squad was.
Italy walked up to me and I realized lots of students were still wondering in the hallways. “Awe, is freak show gonna save her pathetic friend who can’t even get laid by a toad?” she said with a pouted look on her face. Her minions laughed and she did also. Tania was crouched down next to her locker holding her legs tight to her chest.
People should not be showcased like this. Tear stained, scared, embarrassed. Especially my best friend who is even more confident than me. Seeing her like this pains me.
I balled my fist at my sides, my fingernails were digging into my skin. Looking Italy in the eye again, caused me to see red. Next thing I knew, my hand came in contact with her face and I felt this tingling feeling in my palm and fingers.
The red slowly faded away and the first thing I see is Italy on the floor with her hand covering the cheek I just abused.
“OOO!”
“Damn!”
The hallway exploded with commentary from the crowd of students who witnessed the crime. My pupils were wide and I was looking from a crying Tania, to a shocked Italy, to the nosy crowd.
I was in as much shock as Italy. I had never gotten physical with anybody, ever. But when I saw Italy and her followers doing what they were doing to my only friend, the me in my mind came out. The person who depicted the bad in the world came out. My true self came out of its cage and was ready to attack. It was as if I was possessed. I wasn’t me. That wasn’t me. Right?
One of the teachers came out and and told Italy and I to go to the Principal’s office.
Now
“Please, don’t suspend me. I can’t afford that being on my record please,” I was practically begging now. If I was going to finally get a chance to live on my own away from this place, I am not going to let anybody take that away from me.
Principal Diggs huffed and stood up. He walked around his desk and sat in the chair next to me. He looked me in my eyes and I put my hands in my jacket pocket.
He put his hairy hand on my thigh which was thankfully covered by my blue jeans. “You know, I’ve never been with a black girl,” he said trying to sound seductive.
I fidgeted in my seat. “What are you doing. Principal Diggs?” I asked looking scared.
“Just let me do what I want to do, and your record will be squeaky clean,” he whispered as his hand got closer to my crotch.
I took a deep breath to keep the vomit form coming from my mouth. “I wonder if the rumors are true?” he asked with his voice laced with lust and curiosity. “Black women are better in bed.” I had what I need when he said that.
“I’ve got you,” I smiled. He looked up, his eyes still lustful. “What?” he asked.
When I took out the recorder I had in my pocket, his face dropped. Right when he put his hand on my thigh, I pushed the record button on my recorder. I had a recorder because I work for the school newspaper. I’m a journalist and I would need to record my conversations with people for the newspaper. Thank God I still had it in my pocket.
He cleared his throat and quickly moved away from me. I still felt his creepy, middle aged hand on my thigh. I straightened myself up and rose from my seat like nothing happened.
“Sorry you didn’t get to live your teacher-student sex fantasy, but I have more important things to do like go to class and live life,” I smiled at the pervert in front of me.
I walked to the door and before I left out, I had to say one more thing. “Think twice about who you’re going to bring down. Have a great day, Principal Diggs!”
