The Forgotten Five
Miranda Gaskarth
Miranda Gaskarth’s POV
I woke up much to my displeasure. Today was a Monday, they always suck, even more so for me. Bullies were left with nothing to do all weekend and would be more than ready today for me than any other. Ah Monday, you suck.
Regretfully I pulled myself up to sitting position and took a deep breath. After sitting there for awhile I finally took my first steps out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face off and brushed my black, red streaked hair along with brushing my teeth, being careful around my lip ring.
When all that was over I stepped back out and headed back into my room to change for school. I pulled on grey ripped jeans with a batman shirt and a black beanie, my signature choker and black, grey striped arm bands and to finish my look a cracked heart belt buckle to help keep the jeans up.
After checking myself over twice I bounded down the stairs to greet my mother, who was sitting at the table eating what looked like badly burnt toast. “Good morning Miranda...” She said, not even sparing me a glance. I gave a small frown.
“Morning mother....” I couldn’t say “good morning” for so far nothing was “good” about it.I walked up to the cupboard and pulled out a small plastic baggie and some cheap cereal that we had. I poured in some and put the cereal away, grabbed some cash, and went back to the front of the small, rusty apartment. I quickly pulled on some torn converse and grabbed my backpack then ran out the door, just because I don’t like school doesn’t mean I can afford to be late.
At the bus stop some people were already there, two weren’t so bad but the last three were the worst news. The tallest was Brandon, he looked like a shaved monkey, hair was almost covered everywhere. The middle heighten one was a bulky female, who if you turned your head a way looked like a male. Even the smallest of the trio was bigger than me, and he always wore “cool” shades to look “intimidating”.
“Well, hey look, it’s little Miranda, hows your mother?” Brandon mocked me, slowly sauntering over to me.
“None of your beeswax.”
“Oh, someones got bite.” The female snapped, taking a step forwards. I took a step back.
“Don’t back away...” Shades gave a smirk of his own, so sick and twisted.
“Stay away would ya’?” I started to cower back as they ganged up. But before they could get any closer the bus saved me, luckily the driver and I were pretty close. Now the real challenge was coming up, the school day.
The bus arrived at the school later than most other busses, giving me time to stop by the cafiteria for some breakfeast. I got a banana, milk, and a mini burito. It tasted like crap but it was better than my moms cooking, believe me.
Other than a few run-ins with the trio the day went by better than expected.....until dismissal. That’s when they attacked. Not a small little punch and some laughs, they literally attacked me...with a crowbar. And that hurts.
It happened when we got off at our stop, they had followed me down a block or two, I didn’t notice. Not until it was too late. The first blow was to the back of my knee, that made me topple over. The female pinned down my ankles while shades squatted in front of me with a crowbar slung on his shoulder. I couldn’t see where Brandon was, that scared me.
I won’t go into detail but it was brutal. I had bruises everywhere! Everywhere! I was so sore, especially on my legs. That wasn’t even the worse.
When I got home my mom didn’t even notice the slight limp, or busted lip, she was busy drinking and smoking. Didn’t even bother doing it outside, the whole house had a grey hue covering it.
I ran upstairs to my room, or moved as fast as I could, slammed my door and slide onto my bed. I hugged a pillow and tears welted at my eyes. I slid a hand under my mattress and pulled out the small pocket knife.With a sigh I fought my reason, reason wasn’t helping reality. This helped, everything would melt away and feel good.
I slid down my bands and looked over the numerous scars along my arm. Some spelt words, some were just there. It was pathetic I’ll admit, but what other choices were there?
Ending the regular argument I placed the knife at my wrist and pressed it ever so slightly, ending it at the inside of my elbow. A blood trail blossomed, dripping down my hand and onto my bed. A new blotch was joining all the rest. Proof my life was the worst....no...one of the worst.
I woke up much to my displeasure. Today was a Monday, they always suck, even more so for me. Bullies were left with nothing to do all weekend and would be more than ready today for me than any other. Ah Monday, you suck.
Regretfully I pulled myself up to sitting position and took a deep breath. After sitting there for awhile I finally took my first steps out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face off and brushed my black, red streaked hair along with brushing my teeth, being careful around my lip ring.
When all that was over I stepped back out and headed back into my room to change for school. I pulled on grey ripped jeans with a batman shirt and a black beanie, my signature choker and black, grey striped arm bands and to finish my look a cracked heart belt buckle to help keep the jeans up.
After checking myself over twice I bounded down the stairs to greet my mother, who was sitting at the table eating what looked like badly burnt toast. “Good morning Miranda...” She said, not even sparing me a glance. I gave a small frown.
“Morning mother....” I couldn’t say “good morning” for so far nothing was “good” about it.I walked up to the cupboard and pulled out a small plastic baggie and some cheap cereal that we had. I poured in some and put the cereal away, grabbed some cash, and went back to the front of the small, rusty apartment. I quickly pulled on some torn converse and grabbed my backpack then ran out the door, just because I don’t like school doesn’t mean I can afford to be late.
At the bus stop some people were already there, two weren’t so bad but the last three were the worst news. The tallest was Brandon, he looked like a shaved monkey, hair was almost covered everywhere. The middle heighten one was a bulky female, who if you turned your head a way looked like a male. Even the smallest of the trio was bigger than me, and he always wore “cool” shades to look “intimidating”.
“Well, hey look, it’s little Miranda, hows your mother?” Brandon mocked me, slowly sauntering over to me.
“None of your beeswax.”
“Oh, someones got bite.” The female snapped, taking a step forwards. I took a step back.
“Don’t back away...” Shades gave a smirk of his own, so sick and twisted.
“Stay away would ya’?” I started to cower back as they ganged up. But before they could get any closer the bus saved me, luckily the driver and I were pretty close. Now the real challenge was coming up, the school day.
The bus arrived at the school later than most other busses, giving me time to stop by the cafiteria for some breakfeast. I got a banana, milk, and a mini burito. It tasted like crap but it was better than my moms cooking, believe me.
Other than a few run-ins with the trio the day went by better than expected.....until dismissal. That’s when they attacked. Not a small little punch and some laughs, they literally attacked me...with a crowbar. And that hurts.
It happened when we got off at our stop, they had followed me down a block or two, I didn’t notice. Not until it was too late. The first blow was to the back of my knee, that made me topple over. The female pinned down my ankles while shades squatted in front of me with a crowbar slung on his shoulder. I couldn’t see where Brandon was, that scared me.
I won’t go into detail but it was brutal. I had bruises everywhere! Everywhere! I was so sore, especially on my legs. That wasn’t even the worse.
When I got home my mom didn’t even notice the slight limp, or busted lip, she was busy drinking and smoking. Didn’t even bother doing it outside, the whole house had a grey hue covering it.
I ran upstairs to my room, or moved as fast as I could, slammed my door and slide onto my bed. I hugged a pillow and tears welted at my eyes. I slid a hand under my mattress and pulled out the small pocket knife.With a sigh I fought my reason, reason wasn’t helping reality. This helped, everything would melt away and feel good.
I slid down my bands and looked over the numerous scars along my arm. Some spelt words, some were just there. It was pathetic I’ll admit, but what other choices were there?
Ending the regular argument I placed the knife at my wrist and pressed it ever so slightly, ending it at the inside of my elbow. A blood trail blossomed, dripping down my hand and onto my bed. A new blotch was joining all the rest. Proof my life was the worst....no...one of the worst.
We will soon, I just need to get in contact with Nickie first, as she does the writing and I give the ideas.
But if you like while you are waiting you can read my personal fic, More Specifically, Me Maxine or my other co-write The Broken Rhythm with JalexUnicorn
8/7/13