I beg you…don’t cry anymore…, chapter 1
<p>Willow woke up to the annoying sound of her clock radio.<br />
She quickly turned it off.<br />
Another day in hell... <br />
No wait!<br />
This was a NEW hell!<br />
She and her family had moved here a few days ago... and now it was time for school to start... jeez!<br />
Now let me tell you about Willow.<br />
Her father is a drunk and her mom is a total bitch!<br />
But her mom and dad are divorced, and she now lived with her mom, her little brother, her baby sister and her mother's new spineless boyfriend... <br />
Her brother by the way is always teasing her but never got blamed for anything... SHE is always the major problem.<br />
SHE is the bad kid... <br />
And school sucked.<br />
She wasn't good at much and she didn't have any friends and almost everyone where against her... <br />
So she mostly skipped classes all the time.<br />
And now she'd have to deal with that at a new school too... shit!
She slowly looked around in her new room.<br />
Boring!<br />
It was greyish and she wouldn't be able to paint it all and stuff like that all by herself and her mother refused to help her...
And she hadn't unpacked everything yet so there where boxes with stuff everywhere.</p>
<p>"Fuck!" she muttered as she forced herself to move.<br />
She stood in front of her big mirror and looked at herself.<br />
Willow Johnson, the 16 years old girl, looked back at her.
She was a bit shorter then other girls, but not much.
She was thin, had nice boobs and all that.
When she saw this she thought that she looked like any girl... except for the hair that she'd cut short, coloured white and put dark red and black stripes in it.
But that looked REALLY good on her... or at least that was what she thought.
<br />
"And now... time to get beautified!" she smiled at herself and went searching for some good clothes.<br />
It ended up in: short checked skirt, striped knee-high socks (two different to be exact), a tight black t-shirt with the anarchy mark on and a thin white shirt.
To this our dear Willow added heavy eye make-up (eyeliner and black eye shadow) and some dark red lipstick.<br />
"Dumb, yet done!" she said as she took her schoolbag and went down in the kitchen.<br />
Her mom and the Spineless, sat at the table drinking coffee when she came down.
Willow just walked up to the fridge and took a bottle of drink-yoghurt as her breakfast.<br />
"Morning Smelly!" Her brother teased.<br />
"Shut up!" Willow answered.<br />
"That's all you'll eat? There's bacon if you fell that you can stop being some kinda anorectic." Her mother said as she sat down.<br />
"Mom! I'm not an anorectic!"<br />
"Well you don't eat anything!"<br />
"I'm a vegetarian! And I never get any food that's non-meat here!" Willow said and looked angrily at her mother.<br />
"Big deal. You're not eating well!" her mother answered.<br />
"How do you know?! You at work when I get home, so you don't know if I cook myself! And you don't know a shit about what I eat in school! Hell, you don't know me at all!" Willow yelled as she grabbed her bag and ran out the house with the damn yoghurt in her hand.<br />
Her mother ran after.
This was a normal thing for Willow and her mom.
They started to fight over the smallest things and then Willow ran off.
<br />
"Come back here you little brat!" her mother yelled, but Willow where a lot faster.<br />
She ran all the way to the new school, where she somehow bumped right into this schools "blond gang".<br />
Those girls who would think about how they looked even if the world was going to end.
Most of these girls had blonde hair that they'd curled, and they looked quite dumb... <br /.
"Watch it you freak!" the girl she ran into said and laughed when she looked at Willows clothing. <br />
"What is THAT?!" the other girls laughed as they looked at her.
<br />
Willow just ran off again.
She hated this place already!
She went into the school building.
A lot of people stared at her.
They all looked so nice and good.
And there she came...
Everyone around her was reuniting after the summer vacation and there she came, the new girl.
She found her way to the principal's office and knocked on the door.
<br />
"Come in!" a voice in there called out.<br />
She opened the door and stepped into the office, that now where filled with the light of the morning sun.<br />
"Alright, miss... What have you done?" the principal asked as soon as he saw her.<br />
"I... I haven't done anything!"<br />
"Sure... that's what they all say... Did you spray paint on the lockers? Did you smoke? What did you do?"<br />
"I didn't do anything! I just came here! I'm new and I'm supposed to come here and get to know which class I'll go in!" Willow said as she crossed her arms over her chest.<br />
"Hmm... okay then... What's your name?" the principal asked without apologize for his behaviour.<br />
"Willow Johnson... " she muttered.<br />
The principal started to go through some files and maps or something.
Less then 5 minutes in a new school and she's already getting blamed for something!<br />
"Hmmm... yes! Here you are! Miss W. Johnson. Locker number 55. Here's your code... " he gave her a piece of paper with a locker combination on it. "... and you can get all the books you need in the library, just tell the librarian your name and class and she'll fix it all, and your schedule is here," He said handing her a piece of paper,"and you'll go in class B. Have a nice day."<br />
Then she was pushed out of the office.<br />
Argh!
Why did they have to treat her like this?!
She made her way through the hallways to find her locker.<br />
It was in pretty good shape. <br />
She put her bag in it then locked it and went to look for the classroom where she'd have her first class.<br />
History... ew!</p>
<p>When she found it class, already had begun.
A boring looking, older woman where looking out on the class too see if there where anyone missing.<br />
"I see mister Pritc... " she started but just in that moment Willow knocked on the door. "Come in."<br />
"Hi! I'm Willow Johnson... and I kinda just started here in this class and... " she mumbled.<br />
"Yes, I was told that you where starting this year." The woman began. "I'm Miss Olsen, your history teacher. Class! This is your new classmate! Willow Johnson! She just moved here from Greenbrook School."<br />
Everybody looked at her.
Except one guy, with curly brown hair, that had fallen asleep on his desk...
<br /> "Now take a seat, so we can begin... " Miss Olsen continued.
Willow walked straight to a desk in the back of the classroom.
Miss Olsen started to talk about that we didn't need to take notes, and just listen.
But off course nobody did that...
Willow, that had a little drawing pad with her, sat and drew a lot of depressing stuff.<br />
She was feeling really low... and the fact that she could hear the other kids whisper about her didn't make things better.<br />
"I've heard of her." One girl said. "I have a cousin at Greenbrook. And she told me that this Willow girl was kinda weird and all that. It was some rumouring about that she slept with a teacher!"<br />
All girls giggled.<br />
"I also heard that she fights a lot, and brought a GUN to the school! But they didn't throw her out cuz'... "<br />
Willow kinda took a chance and leaned forward and whispered to the girls.
<br />
"I can hear EVERY word you say! And I didn't sleep with a teacher... he was a substitute. A young guy... just around 19-20... art student. Really cute." She said with a smile on her face. "And there was no gun... it was a army knife... stories about me always tend to... grow."<br />
The girls looked kinda shocked.<br />
Willow smiled even wider.<br />
THIS was the first fun thing that happened to her in this place.</p>
<p>After history class they had music.
The guy who slept during history just kinda picked up a guitar and sat down in a corner and played.<br />
And he played really good.
Willow, that had been playing for years, also took a guitar and started to play one of her own little songs.<br />
The teacher came over and smiled.
He was quite young and had that stupid Hollywood look.
All the other girls where just checking him out all the time.<br />
"You play really good, girl!" He said. "Been playing for long?"<br />
"Some years... " she simply answered.<br />
"Have you been in a band in your old school? Cuz' I know some people that might wanna let you play or sing or something... "<br />
"Nah, I'm not so interested." <br />
"Oh... Okay... " the teacher just said and walked away, clearly disturbed by her attitude.</p>
<p>Then... after this: lunch.<br />
She stood in the line and tried to get as much vegetables as it was possible, cuz' that was all she could eat there.<br />
"Note for today: bring your own food... " she said to herself as she found a empty seat.<br />
But soon the other girls came over too her.<br />
"Hey! Do you think you are something or what?" they asked.<br />
"I'm me... "<br />
"Haha, miss funny! Why the hell where you playing with Gerald's feelings for?"<br />
"Who the fuck is Gerald?"<br />
"Dah! The music teacher! You just sit and play so that he would notice you then you just throw him aside like a old magazine!"<br />
"I don't know about you, but I actually collect magazines... " Willow simply said.
<br />
Jeez!
These girls where like obsessed with a teacher!<br />
"Whatever... I don't really care. I just know that someone needs to tech you a lesson, you little brat punk!"<br />
Then the girl took Willow's plate and threw it in her face.
Then they all forced her up from the chair and led her too the girls toilet.
<br />
"WE don't like you! You're just a little punk brat. I mean, you've just started and you act like you own this place!"<br />
"No I don't! Now let me out!"<br />
"Eh... let me see... no!"<br />
Then the hell broke loose...
They kicked her.
Hit her.
Took her drawing pad and flushed it down the toilet.
One of them lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face and actually pressed the glowing end at Willows hand.
After a while they let her go.
She ran crying out of the toilet, and could hear them laugh.
She ran outside and ended up at the back of the school.
There was glass and shit everywhere!
She lied down on the ground.
Crying as a little baby.
Why?!
Why did her life need to be like this?
Why was she hated and friendless?
Why did her mother have to be a bitch?
A lot of questions ran through her mind that second.
Then she looked around and grabbed the closest piece of glass.
She put it on her wrist and cut herself.
This was the best thing to do, she thought.
To end it all... then she wouldn't feel a thing.
All pain all sorrow and... everything would be gone!
She was just about to cut her other wrist as she heard some guys voice.
<br />
"Hey, I don't think that's a good idea!"</p>
She quickly turned it off.<br />
Another day in hell... <br />
No wait!<br />
This was a NEW hell!<br />
She and her family had moved here a few days ago... and now it was time for school to start... jeez!<br />
Now let me tell you about Willow.<br />
Her father is a drunk and her mom is a total bitch!<br />
But her mom and dad are divorced, and she now lived with her mom, her little brother, her baby sister and her mother's new spineless boyfriend... <br />
Her brother by the way is always teasing her but never got blamed for anything... SHE is always the major problem.<br />
SHE is the bad kid... <br />
And school sucked.<br />
She wasn't good at much and she didn't have any friends and almost everyone where against her... <br />
So she mostly skipped classes all the time.<br />
And now she'd have to deal with that at a new school too... shit!
She slowly looked around in her new room.<br />
Boring!<br />
It was greyish and she wouldn't be able to paint it all and stuff like that all by herself and her mother refused to help her...
And she hadn't unpacked everything yet so there where boxes with stuff everywhere.</p>
<p>"Fuck!" she muttered as she forced herself to move.<br />
She stood in front of her big mirror and looked at herself.<br />
Willow Johnson, the 16 years old girl, looked back at her.
She was a bit shorter then other girls, but not much.
She was thin, had nice boobs and all that.
When she saw this she thought that she looked like any girl... except for the hair that she'd cut short, coloured white and put dark red and black stripes in it.
But that looked REALLY good on her... or at least that was what she thought.
<br />
"And now... time to get beautified!" she smiled at herself and went searching for some good clothes.<br />
It ended up in: short checked skirt, striped knee-high socks (two different to be exact), a tight black t-shirt with the anarchy mark on and a thin white shirt.
To this our dear Willow added heavy eye make-up (eyeliner and black eye shadow) and some dark red lipstick.<br />
"Dumb, yet done!" she said as she took her schoolbag and went down in the kitchen.<br />
Her mom and the Spineless, sat at the table drinking coffee when she came down.
Willow just walked up to the fridge and took a bottle of drink-yoghurt as her breakfast.<br />
"Morning Smelly!" Her brother teased.<br />
"Shut up!" Willow answered.<br />
"That's all you'll eat? There's bacon if you fell that you can stop being some kinda anorectic." Her mother said as she sat down.<br />
"Mom! I'm not an anorectic!"<br />
"Well you don't eat anything!"<br />
"I'm a vegetarian! And I never get any food that's non-meat here!" Willow said and looked angrily at her mother.<br />
"Big deal. You're not eating well!" her mother answered.<br />
"How do you know?! You at work when I get home, so you don't know if I cook myself! And you don't know a shit about what I eat in school! Hell, you don't know me at all!" Willow yelled as she grabbed her bag and ran out the house with the damn yoghurt in her hand.<br />
Her mother ran after.
This was a normal thing for Willow and her mom.
They started to fight over the smallest things and then Willow ran off.
<br />
"Come back here you little brat!" her mother yelled, but Willow where a lot faster.<br />
She ran all the way to the new school, where she somehow bumped right into this schools "blond gang".<br />
Those girls who would think about how they looked even if the world was going to end.
Most of these girls had blonde hair that they'd curled, and they looked quite dumb... <br /.
"Watch it you freak!" the girl she ran into said and laughed when she looked at Willows clothing. <br />
"What is THAT?!" the other girls laughed as they looked at her.
<br />
Willow just ran off again.
She hated this place already!
She went into the school building.
A lot of people stared at her.
They all looked so nice and good.
And there she came...
Everyone around her was reuniting after the summer vacation and there she came, the new girl.
She found her way to the principal's office and knocked on the door.
<br />
"Come in!" a voice in there called out.<br />
She opened the door and stepped into the office, that now where filled with the light of the morning sun.<br />
"Alright, miss... What have you done?" the principal asked as soon as he saw her.<br />
"I... I haven't done anything!"<br />
"Sure... that's what they all say... Did you spray paint on the lockers? Did you smoke? What did you do?"<br />
"I didn't do anything! I just came here! I'm new and I'm supposed to come here and get to know which class I'll go in!" Willow said as she crossed her arms over her chest.<br />
"Hmm... okay then... What's your name?" the principal asked without apologize for his behaviour.<br />
"Willow Johnson... " she muttered.<br />
The principal started to go through some files and maps or something.
Less then 5 minutes in a new school and she's already getting blamed for something!<br />
"Hmmm... yes! Here you are! Miss W. Johnson. Locker number 55. Here's your code... " he gave her a piece of paper with a locker combination on it. "... and you can get all the books you need in the library, just tell the librarian your name and class and she'll fix it all, and your schedule is here," He said handing her a piece of paper,"and you'll go in class B. Have a nice day."<br />
Then she was pushed out of the office.<br />
Argh!
Why did they have to treat her like this?!
She made her way through the hallways to find her locker.<br />
It was in pretty good shape. <br />
She put her bag in it then locked it and went to look for the classroom where she'd have her first class.<br />
History... ew!</p>
<p>When she found it class, already had begun.
A boring looking, older woman where looking out on the class too see if there where anyone missing.<br />
"I see mister Pritc... " she started but just in that moment Willow knocked on the door. "Come in."<br />
"Hi! I'm Willow Johnson... and I kinda just started here in this class and... " she mumbled.<br />
"Yes, I was told that you where starting this year." The woman began. "I'm Miss Olsen, your history teacher. Class! This is your new classmate! Willow Johnson! She just moved here from Greenbrook School."<br />
Everybody looked at her.
Except one guy, with curly brown hair, that had fallen asleep on his desk...
<br /> "Now take a seat, so we can begin... " Miss Olsen continued.
Willow walked straight to a desk in the back of the classroom.
Miss Olsen started to talk about that we didn't need to take notes, and just listen.
But off course nobody did that...
Willow, that had a little drawing pad with her, sat and drew a lot of depressing stuff.<br />
She was feeling really low... and the fact that she could hear the other kids whisper about her didn't make things better.<br />
"I've heard of her." One girl said. "I have a cousin at Greenbrook. And she told me that this Willow girl was kinda weird and all that. It was some rumouring about that she slept with a teacher!"<br />
All girls giggled.<br />
"I also heard that she fights a lot, and brought a GUN to the school! But they didn't throw her out cuz'... "<br />
Willow kinda took a chance and leaned forward and whispered to the girls.
<br />
"I can hear EVERY word you say! And I didn't sleep with a teacher... he was a substitute. A young guy... just around 19-20... art student. Really cute." She said with a smile on her face. "And there was no gun... it was a army knife... stories about me always tend to... grow."<br />
The girls looked kinda shocked.<br />
Willow smiled even wider.<br />
THIS was the first fun thing that happened to her in this place.</p>
<p>After history class they had music.
The guy who slept during history just kinda picked up a guitar and sat down in a corner and played.<br />
And he played really good.
Willow, that had been playing for years, also took a guitar and started to play one of her own little songs.<br />
The teacher came over and smiled.
He was quite young and had that stupid Hollywood look.
All the other girls where just checking him out all the time.<br />
"You play really good, girl!" He said. "Been playing for long?"<br />
"Some years... " she simply answered.<br />
"Have you been in a band in your old school? Cuz' I know some people that might wanna let you play or sing or something... "<br />
"Nah, I'm not so interested." <br />
"Oh... Okay... " the teacher just said and walked away, clearly disturbed by her attitude.</p>
<p>Then... after this: lunch.<br />
She stood in the line and tried to get as much vegetables as it was possible, cuz' that was all she could eat there.<br />
"Note for today: bring your own food... " she said to herself as she found a empty seat.<br />
But soon the other girls came over too her.<br />
"Hey! Do you think you are something or what?" they asked.<br />
"I'm me... "<br />
"Haha, miss funny! Why the hell where you playing with Gerald's feelings for?"<br />
"Who the fuck is Gerald?"<br />
"Dah! The music teacher! You just sit and play so that he would notice you then you just throw him aside like a old magazine!"<br />
"I don't know about you, but I actually collect magazines... " Willow simply said.
<br />
Jeez!
These girls where like obsessed with a teacher!<br />
"Whatever... I don't really care. I just know that someone needs to tech you a lesson, you little brat punk!"<br />
Then the girl took Willow's plate and threw it in her face.
Then they all forced her up from the chair and led her too the girls toilet.
<br />
"WE don't like you! You're just a little punk brat. I mean, you've just started and you act like you own this place!"<br />
"No I don't! Now let me out!"<br />
"Eh... let me see... no!"<br />
Then the hell broke loose...
They kicked her.
Hit her.
Took her drawing pad and flushed it down the toilet.
One of them lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face and actually pressed the glowing end at Willows hand.
After a while they let her go.
She ran crying out of the toilet, and could hear them laugh.
She ran outside and ended up at the back of the school.
There was glass and shit everywhere!
She lied down on the ground.
Crying as a little baby.
Why?!
Why did her life need to be like this?
Why was she hated and friendless?
Why did her mother have to be a bitch?
A lot of questions ran through her mind that second.
Then she looked around and grabbed the closest piece of glass.
She put it on her wrist and cut herself.
This was the best thing to do, she thought.
To end it all... then she wouldn't feel a thing.
All pain all sorrow and... everything would be gone!
She was just about to cut her other wrist as she heard some guys voice.
<br />
"Hey, I don't think that's a good idea!"</p>
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