Max

When I get home, I open the door to find my mother on the couch reading. She put down her book and smiled at me.

"Congratulation!" She says as she rises from the couch.

I shrug my shoulders and step away from her, to avoid being hugged by her.

"Max," she says, her voice soft with concern.

"Whatever, I am tired."

"Max, I can't tolerate this anymore. Being ignored by you for years. This is your senior year, then you will be off to college. Can't you at least care?"

Anger boiled up inside me. Care? She asking me to care? Did she care about anyone other than herself ten years ago? Ten years of resent building up in me. Ten years of avoiding my own mother. But never in the ten years has the walls came crashing down.

"Did you care about dad when he was sick?" My voice was low growl. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, waiting for a reply.

"Ma-

"You know very well what you did. When dad got sick you didn't care. You just went behind his back and brought home that stupid bastard!"

My mom opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her by shouting, "You destroyed the family, you selfish whore. Dad gave you everything. While that trash bag only caused harm. I can't wait to get a scholarship to college for football and get out of this fricking place!"

My breathing became rapid, my jaw hurt from clenching my teeth. My mom looked down, tears in her eye, but that gave me a little satisfaction. I had nothing else to say to her. I stomped up the steps and my door made a loud bang as I shut it. I hated her. I hated her so much. Nothing will ever convince me to forgive her. Ever.

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Sally

"Sal, Sal, you come back here." I turn around to my best friend who had her hand on her hips.

"Yeah?" I ask but I know what she is going to talk about. The kiss on the field. It was the next week of school, and avoided talking to Charlie on the weekends, even though my phone was blowing up. I just didn't want to hear Charlie yapping her opinions about my boyfriend over and over again. She going to go off and on about him kissing many girls before and I am nothing new.

"What was that on Friday night? Why did you let him kiss you?" Charlie asks in a concerned but very disapproving voice.

"I was the one who kissed him."

"You what?!" Charlie's mouth was hanging wide open, she looked disappointed in me. "But-but why? He has already kissed many girls before. He is probably addicted to looking at porn. Not saying this to be mean, but you are nothing special to him. Just like every other girl he smooches with. He is a pathetic loser who—

"Charlie, please just understand, he truly likes me, he has forever and been too scared to ask me out," I said, my voice laced with annoyance.

"Well, it's hard to be happy when I see my best friend going for a guy that will only hurt you like your fath—

Charlie caught herself and hung her head in shame, "I am sorry, I shouldn't—

"Let's just not talk about it anymore, ok?" I sighed.

I walk away from Charlie. I didn't want to speak to her for the rest of the day. I walk to the classroom, looking down at the tiled floor as I go.

Suddenly, I felt my arm being tugged from behind. I squirmed to get away from my attack. I called out for help. But of course, no one comes to my aid. I look towards my attackers and see Lindsey's red lips twisted up. She had few other of the cheer team with her. My arm felt like it would be torn off my shoulder as they drag me into the ladies' room.

"You thought you could avoid me, you little slut," Lindsey sneered, "I saw the whole thing on game night. I couldn't believe he would do that with you."

I tried to wiggle my arms out of their grip, but they only held on tighter.

"You see, he likes hot girls like me. A girl with my face, my hair, and is the cheer captain. Not some weird hideous theater nerd like you!" Lindsey said with her teeth clenched, as she tugged on my hair.

Lindsey continued on her tirade, "You probably do reverse prostitution. Instead of you getting paid, you are paying him to be all over you. But you are still a slut. And it is disgusting."

Her cheerleading friends laughed at my misery and my struggle to get away. On of the girls reached into her bag and pulled out a Sharpe and scissors. She handed them to Lindsey, her face light up with evil glee.

"I hope you learn your lesson in stealing another girl's man," Lindsey growled.

She snips the scissors as she walks towards me. Her friends restrained me from any movement. One of the girls puts her hand on my mouth to muffle my pleas.

Lindsey grabbed my shirt and started to cut it at the bottom. She cut my shirt till it reached the bottom of my bra. Then she took the cap off of the sharpie and pointed it at my stomach.

"Everyone in the school hates you, you good for nothing ugly freak!" Lindsey laughed cruelly at me. Enjoying every bit of my pain.

I start to feel the wetness of the marker on my belly. With a nasty smile, Lindsey wrote the word 'slut queen' on me. She then snapped a picture with her phone. When she was done, her friends let me go and pushed me to the ground.

"If you say anything to anyone, you will regret it. But like they will believe a girl like you anyway."

With a kick to my side, Lindsey and her friend group trotted out of the ladies' room. I lay there on the ground, trying to recover from the pain in my side. My fingernails press again the palm of my hand as I clench it. My tears fell down my face and onto the bathroom floor. Why does everyone hate me? It wasn't my fault Max chose me. He wants me and no one else.

I get up from the ground and look into the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. Lindsey was right, I was ugly. But Max still chose me. Does he see something special in me? I am going to ask him later today.
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What do you think so far? Man, does Lindsey bother me. Oh wait, I wrote her. But that doesn't stop me from disliking her, lol.

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