Are we demented or am I disturbed?, chapter 5
*Ruby's POV*
I rushed back to my locker after class and worked out what homework I had. "Ruby hey," Ray said.
"Hey there," I said, still studying my planner.
"I think you dropped this," Ray said with a smile.
"Thanks," I said opening the note. I ignored the longing look Ray was giving me and read the note:
Dear Ruby,
My house, at 5? I need to talk to you.
Love Billie Joe xx.
'I need to talk to you?' I thought to myself. About what? I pushed the note into my locker and slammed it shut.
"What was it?" Ray said as he put his books away.
"From Billie," I said nodding walking off, remembering what it said. 'My house at 5'
I spent the rest of the day alone. No one would talk to me because I was the girl who got raped. No one bothered to ask how I was going or how my weekend was. I tried to concentrate on my work all day long, but the note just kept replaying itself in my head.
"So questions one thru twelve need to be completed tonight," Mr. Evans said, "See you then."
I sat in silence as I anticipated the school bell. After what seemed an eternity I heard the familiar bell ring to signal the end of the day. "Finally," I muttered to myself. I scurried back to my locker and grabbed my bag and walked off. The air outside was cool and sharp, making me walk faster to stay warm. Once I reached home I fumbled with my keys to open the door, freezing in my jeans and pink and black t-shirt. "Ahh," I said as I opened the door and escaped the chilling wind. I immediately ran to my room and put my long hair up in a ponytail and changed into a black jumper and a black lacey skirt. I studied the outfit in the mirror. "Hips hips hips," I whispered to myself, "Fat fat fat."
I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it thickly. I checked the time on the clock beside my bed. '4.38'. I grabbed my bag and keys and rushed out the door to Billie's house.
I rushed back to my locker after class and worked out what homework I had. "Ruby hey," Ray said.
"Hey there," I said, still studying my planner.
"I think you dropped this," Ray said with a smile.
"Thanks," I said opening the note. I ignored the longing look Ray was giving me and read the note:
Dear Ruby,
My house, at 5? I need to talk to you.
Love Billie Joe xx.
'I need to talk to you?' I thought to myself. About what? I pushed the note into my locker and slammed it shut.
"What was it?" Ray said as he put his books away.
"From Billie," I said nodding walking off, remembering what it said. 'My house at 5'
I spent the rest of the day alone. No one would talk to me because I was the girl who got raped. No one bothered to ask how I was going or how my weekend was. I tried to concentrate on my work all day long, but the note just kept replaying itself in my head.
"So questions one thru twelve need to be completed tonight," Mr. Evans said, "See you then."
I sat in silence as I anticipated the school bell. After what seemed an eternity I heard the familiar bell ring to signal the end of the day. "Finally," I muttered to myself. I scurried back to my locker and grabbed my bag and walked off. The air outside was cool and sharp, making me walk faster to stay warm. Once I reached home I fumbled with my keys to open the door, freezing in my jeans and pink and black t-shirt. "Ahh," I said as I opened the door and escaped the chilling wind. I immediately ran to my room and put my long hair up in a ponytail and changed into a black jumper and a black lacey skirt. I studied the outfit in the mirror. "Hips hips hips," I whispered to myself, "Fat fat fat."
I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it thickly. I checked the time on the clock beside my bed. '4.38'. I grabbed my bag and keys and rushed out the door to Billie's house.
