Post by justsarah on Sept 3, 2011 19:35:40 GMT -5
Title: Undecided chapter
By JustSarah
My name is Samantha, and I’m a fifteen year old girl that was born in the urban town of Sauna Creek, during the civil war between the north and south. My family was comfortably in the middle class, before the war impacted our lives. However you would think we were rich because of the large quantity of food we had lying around in our kitchen cabinets, however in truth mother tended to purchase our food in bulk. Frequently mother would purchase a lot even for that, and my parents were swimming in debt as a result. So they would bankrupt their credit cards, and buy a new one to keep us fed, so we could have the clothes on our backs, and other things they considered to be “bare basics” At dinner time, mother would frequently make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and we would get tired of it as a result.
“Don’t play with your pasta Jkovo.” My father fussed, while mother was to busy sticky her nose in a romance novel to pay attention to the noodles being tossed across the table into our fine china cabinet. However father would frequently want to bring up other issues, to mothers dismay. Jkovo did not seem to care one way or the other.
“There have been three casualties in the war so far. Have you heard about this one guy that got awards in-” Father began to say before he was cut off by mother.
“Shut up, Harold.” Mother said.
“Can it, this is important news.”
“Maybe so but,” mother began to say then put her book down, and gave father a scowly face., and then she added “but we don’t need to gross out the children, they need to eat as much as they can so the can concentrate on schoolwork. You want Jkovo to college right? And what about Samantha, you want her to remain a star student right?”
“I’m 17 mom, I think I’ll be fine.” Jkovo chimed in.
“If your 17, act like it by not slinging meatballs at me.” Father said.
“That’s enough Harold. apparently he can’t help himself.” Mother said.
“Well that’s true!” Father said.
“Lollipop you dad!”
“No lollipop you!”
“OK guys that’s enough.” Mother said.
“Lets just all eat silently.” I proposed, although everyone else just laughed it off.
“So Sammy, are you still having a hard time with Ruby?” Father asked, though he probably new what the answer would be. Every since the beginning of the school year, me and her kind of had issues. Though it had gotten worse.
“May I talk about it after dinner?” I requested.
“Sure, just know that if she is hurting you, I can beat her up for you.” father said. I asked if I could be excused, and then I went to bed to make last minute correction on my math and science.
The next morning, my older brother poured a bucket of water over me to wake me up for school just like I asked.
“Thanks Jkovo!” I said, and gave him a hug of which he chuckled.
Over the past two weeks, I had the tendency to sleep in late and miss the bus. I had to rush to school. At least the school was only about a mile away, unlike a lot of the students that went to Saunacreek Elementary.
When I walked from class to class when the bell rang to go to sixth period, I hurried up to go to the restroom so that I can avoid Ruby, and get to class on time, of which my efforts were in vain. It was no uncommon for Ruby to be slightly mean, but these past two weeks had been the worst. The week before she picked me up, and threw me head first into the bathroom wall. I carefully tried to avoid her, but it was no use. I was pushed to the floor again, and then I was picked up, and thrown head first into the bathroom wall once again. Honestly I’m surprised my grades have not suffered much more than they had, you would think I would have gotten brain damage. As I was struggled to get up, her girlfriend pushed me with her boot to the floor, and Ruby molested my bottom. And then the bell rang.
“See ya baby.” Ruby said, in contradiction to how she treated me. I waited until Ruby left the restroom, and finally got the chance to use the restroom. On those two days I got a tardy slip because I was to afraid to come to class. I did not want to cause any more trouble, and I certainly did not want any cute boys to see me red.
So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps once I got off the toilet, and then walked to class. Once I arrived, I was met with a pleasant surprise.
“Samantha, this is the second time you been late. I shall ask you the question I was going to ask Ruby. What is the capital of Wisconsin?”
“Madison” Ruby’s girlfriend said before I had the chance to answer, of which Ruby gave her a high five.
“Although correct, Samantha needs to answer.” The teacher said, and then Ruby stuck her tongue out at me. And then the bell rang, most the students left. But my teacher asked me to stay behind to answer a question, of which I was hesitant to answer.
“Why have you been late to class Sammy? You use to be punctual all the time.” The teacher asked.
“If I said, how would I know I would not get in trouble for ringing about the exchange students?”
“You don’t have to curse Sammy, you can feel safe to tell me anything. I know something is wrong. Both the day before, and today you came in looking beat up.”
“And you still asked me the question, even though I looked like this?”
“I’m sorry.”
I gave her a slight disgruntled look, and then told her “Before class, I was molested by Ruby and her girlfriend.”
“Oh,...I see.” The teacher said, she went ahead and sent me home, and was nice enough not to give me a detention. How would I have known that though?
Once I got home, and opened the door into the living room, I could see my dad watching the evening news, and could smell my mother cooking the usual meal for us to eat tonight.
“Oh hello honey, how was school.” Father asked.
“It was OK,I guess.” I said darting my eyes back and forth.
“Are you sure, did something happen at school again?”
“I said I’m fine!” I yelled at him, and then went to my room and slammed the door. My father knocked on my door gently to ask if I was OK.”
“Could I have a moment to myself please?” I asked.
“Sure.” Father said, and then went back to watching the evening news.
The next day at school when I arrived in class, I found a letter directed to me in my desk. I had no idea who sent the letter to me, maybe a hot guy that was a little shy to tell me to my face. I knew I had to hide it, to I quickly put it in my backpack until lunch.
As I sat at the lunch table and began to eat my lunch, I packed for myself, I took my letter I had out of my backpack. I carefully tore it open, and read the contents:
Dear Samantha,
By the time you get this letter, you only have twenty four hours till I’m going to rape your ass, say your prayers.
Sincerely,
Ruby
I looked at the letter, and then wondered who wrote it. I then proceeded to finish my lunch, keeping a close eye on my surroundings.
Once I got back into class, I asked the teacher if I could talk to her privately outside the classroom, because I was scared that who ever wrote the letter would hear me.
“What’s wrong Sammy, you look pale, and you’re crying.”
“I think Ruby sent me a death threat. See, it matches her hand writing.”
“Wait what? I’ll take this up with the vice principal right away.”
When I got home, I was able to finally relax with a feeling of accomplishment. Although dinner was the same as always, because of the mood I was in, it felt fresh and new. There was nothing like the smell of Victory and Tomato Sauce.
The next morning, I found that my father watching the morning news, and Jkovo was oddly intense.
“What is going on dad, and Jkovo, why did you not drive to school yet?” I asked.
“We are going to have to move to a different neighborhood. The school you guys use to go to was blown up by the northern army. We received a relocation notice in the mail” My father said.
“I wonder if my teacher is OK”
“I hate to have to tell you this Sammy, but I think she died in the explosion. When I drove by the school around 3:00 A.M, your teachers car was oddly enough still there. If she was still there, I think she died in the explosion.” Father told me. I wondered why she would still be there, she normally left right after. I frequently have a substitute because of her health problems. I reflected back to when I first had my conversations with her. There was the conversation were I first told her what was going on:
“You don’t have to curse at me Sammy, you can feel safe to tell me anything. I’m your friend.”
“Your only paid to be my friend.” Was my final words to her, and then I ran out of the classroom.
In another conversation, I reflected back to when I told her about the letter I received from Ruby.
“What’s wrong Sammy, you look pale, and you’re crying.”
“I think Ruby sent me a death threat. See, it matches her hand writing.”
“Wait what? I’ll take this up with the vice principal right away.”
It was then I had a revelation, it was not Ruby that sent the letter to me. I wrote the letter to myself.
I wanted to use it so that Ruby and her girlfriend would no longer molest me, and throw me to the wall. But now I wonder if I did the right thing. After all the teacher was truly asking out of concern, I realize that now.
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By JustSarah
My name is Samantha, and I’m a fifteen year old girl that was born in the urban town of Sauna Creek, during the civil war between the north and south. My family was comfortably in the middle class, before the war impacted our lives. However you would think we were rich because of the large quantity of food we had lying around in our kitchen cabinets, however in truth mother tended to purchase our food in bulk. Frequently mother would purchase a lot even for that, and my parents were swimming in debt as a result. So they would bankrupt their credit cards, and buy a new one to keep us fed, so we could have the clothes on our backs, and other things they considered to be “bare basics” At dinner time, mother would frequently make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and we would get tired of it as a result.
“Don’t play with your pasta Jkovo.” My father fussed, while mother was to busy sticky her nose in a romance novel to pay attention to the noodles being tossed across the table into our fine china cabinet. However father would frequently want to bring up other issues, to mothers dismay. Jkovo did not seem to care one way or the other.
“There have been three casualties in the war so far. Have you heard about this one guy that got awards in-” Father began to say before he was cut off by mother.
“Shut up, Harold.” Mother said.
“Can it, this is important news.”
“Maybe so but,” mother began to say then put her book down, and gave father a scowly face., and then she added “but we don’t need to gross out the children, they need to eat as much as they can so the can concentrate on schoolwork. You want Jkovo to college right? And what about Samantha, you want her to remain a star student right?”
“I’m 17 mom, I think I’ll be fine.” Jkovo chimed in.
“If your 17, act like it by not slinging meatballs at me.” Father said.
“That’s enough Harold. apparently he can’t help himself.” Mother said.
“Well that’s true!” Father said.
“Lollipop you dad!”
“No lollipop you!”
“OK guys that’s enough.” Mother said.
“Lets just all eat silently.” I proposed, although everyone else just laughed it off.
“So Sammy, are you still having a hard time with Ruby?” Father asked, though he probably new what the answer would be. Every since the beginning of the school year, me and her kind of had issues. Though it had gotten worse.
“May I talk about it after dinner?” I requested.
“Sure, just know that if she is hurting you, I can beat her up for you.” father said. I asked if I could be excused, and then I went to bed to make last minute correction on my math and science.
The next morning, my older brother poured a bucket of water over me to wake me up for school just like I asked.
“Thanks Jkovo!” I said, and gave him a hug of which he chuckled.
Over the past two weeks, I had the tendency to sleep in late and miss the bus. I had to rush to school. At least the school was only about a mile away, unlike a lot of the students that went to Saunacreek Elementary.
When I walked from class to class when the bell rang to go to sixth period, I hurried up to go to the restroom so that I can avoid Ruby, and get to class on time, of which my efforts were in vain. It was no uncommon for Ruby to be slightly mean, but these past two weeks had been the worst. The week before she picked me up, and threw me head first into the bathroom wall. I carefully tried to avoid her, but it was no use. I was pushed to the floor again, and then I was picked up, and thrown head first into the bathroom wall once again. Honestly I’m surprised my grades have not suffered much more than they had, you would think I would have gotten brain damage. As I was struggled to get up, her girlfriend pushed me with her boot to the floor, and Ruby molested my bottom. And then the bell rang.
“See ya baby.” Ruby said, in contradiction to how she treated me. I waited until Ruby left the restroom, and finally got the chance to use the restroom. On those two days I got a tardy slip because I was to afraid to come to class. I did not want to cause any more trouble, and I certainly did not want any cute boys to see me red.
Just remember Sammy, at least try to smile,
they will wonder what your up to. On second
thought, do I really want that?
they will wonder what your up to. On second
thought, do I really want that?
So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps once I got off the toilet, and then walked to class. Once I arrived, I was met with a pleasant surprise.
“Samantha, this is the second time you been late. I shall ask you the question I was going to ask Ruby. What is the capital of Wisconsin?”
“Madison” Ruby’s girlfriend said before I had the chance to answer, of which Ruby gave her a high five.
“Although correct, Samantha needs to answer.” The teacher said, and then Ruby stuck her tongue out at me. And then the bell rang, most the students left. But my teacher asked me to stay behind to answer a question, of which I was hesitant to answer.
“Why have you been late to class Sammy? You use to be punctual all the time.” The teacher asked.
“If I said, how would I know I would not get in trouble for ringing about the exchange students?”
“You don’t have to curse Sammy, you can feel safe to tell me anything. I know something is wrong. Both the day before, and today you came in looking beat up.”
“And you still asked me the question, even though I looked like this?”
“I’m sorry.”
I gave her a slight disgruntled look, and then told her “Before class, I was molested by Ruby and her girlfriend.”
“Oh,...I see.” The teacher said, she went ahead and sent me home, and was nice enough not to give me a detention. How would I have known that though?
Once I got home, and opened the door into the living room, I could see my dad watching the evening news, and could smell my mother cooking the usual meal for us to eat tonight.
“Oh hello honey, how was school.” Father asked.
Can she tell I was beat up?
“It was OK,I guess.” I said darting my eyes back and forth.
“Are you sure, did something happen at school again?”
“I said I’m fine!” I yelled at him, and then went to my room and slammed the door. My father knocked on my door gently to ask if I was OK.”
“Could I have a moment to myself please?” I asked.
“Sure.” Father said, and then went back to watching the evening news.
The next day at school when I arrived in class, I found a letter directed to me in my desk. I had no idea who sent the letter to me, maybe a hot guy that was a little shy to tell me to my face. I knew I had to hide it, to I quickly put it in my backpack until lunch.
As I sat at the lunch table and began to eat my lunch, I packed for myself, I took my letter I had out of my backpack. I carefully tore it open, and read the contents:
Dear Samantha,
By the time you get this letter, you only have twenty four hours till I’m going to rape your ass, say your prayers.
Sincerely,
Ruby
I looked at the letter, and then wondered who wrote it. I then proceeded to finish my lunch, keeping a close eye on my surroundings.
Once I got back into class, I asked the teacher if I could talk to her privately outside the classroom, because I was scared that who ever wrote the letter would hear me.
“What’s wrong Sammy, you look pale, and you’re crying.”
“I think Ruby sent me a death threat. See, it matches her hand writing.”
“Wait what? I’ll take this up with the vice principal right away.”
Hook, line, and sinker. Its gone perfectly, they
are going to be gone in no time.
are going to be gone in no time.
When I got home, I was able to finally relax with a feeling of accomplishment. Although dinner was the same as always, because of the mood I was in, it felt fresh and new. There was nothing like the smell of Victory and Tomato Sauce.
The next morning, I found that my father watching the morning news, and Jkovo was oddly intense.
“What is going on dad, and Jkovo, why did you not drive to school yet?” I asked.
“We are going to have to move to a different neighborhood. The school you guys use to go to was blown up by the northern army. We received a relocation notice in the mail” My father said.
“I wonder if my teacher is OK”
“I hate to have to tell you this Sammy, but I think she died in the explosion. When I drove by the school around 3:00 A.M, your teachers car was oddly enough still there. If she was still there, I think she died in the explosion.” Father told me. I wondered why she would still be there, she normally left right after. I frequently have a substitute because of her health problems. I reflected back to when I first had my conversations with her. There was the conversation were I first told her what was going on:
“You don’t have to curse at me Sammy, you can feel safe to tell me anything. I’m your friend.”
“Your only paid to be my friend.” Was my final words to her, and then I ran out of the classroom.
In another conversation, I reflected back to when I told her about the letter I received from Ruby.
“What’s wrong Sammy, you look pale, and you’re crying.”
“I think Ruby sent me a death threat. See, it matches her hand writing.”
“Wait what? I’ll take this up with the vice principal right away.”
It was then I had a revelation, it was not Ruby that sent the letter to me. I wrote the letter to myself.
I wanted to use it so that Ruby and her girlfriend would no longer molest me, and throw me to the wall. But now I wonder if I did the right thing. After all the teacher was truly asking out of concern, I realize that now.
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