Never Thought It Would Happen (him friends with me?), chapter 1
"Yeah, ummm...thanks for the clothes," I said, standing out the front of my mom and dad's brick-veneer home. I was talking to my parent's neighbour, Mr. Carson.
"You're very welcome Mikayla. Are your parents home by any chance?"
"No sorry. They're on holiday for their anniversary," I replied.
"That's fine," he said happily, "I'm off."
"Bye." I waved politely and went back inside. At least one person in my life was nice to me. I went into my room and waded through the clothes on my floor so I could get to my en suite. I stripped of and lightly stepped into the shower. I turned on the tap and the hot water coursed down my naked body.
I've never really been happy with my body because I'm too skinny and people call me anorexic. I'm a size 4. My arms are covered in scars and I have no muscles whatsoever.
I stumbled out of the shower and dried my sopping body. I pulled on a white 50cent singlet and my black fold over track pants. As it was still early morning I had to put up with the EVILS of school. I would face a day of being teased about my clothes, name and all the stuff people usually tease others about.
I stepped up to my floor length mirror and observed my reflection. I have long, straight blonde hair with black extensions through it. I have brown eyes (nearly black,) and freckles across my nose.
I dried and brushed my hair and surrounded my eyes in dark make-up.
I made my way down stairs and picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I trudged out onto the front path, the over grown lawns brushed over my legs, leaving the bottom of my pants wet.
My house, my name, my body and my whole life... I just hate it.
My parents are hardly ever home, and when they are, it's like talking to two stone pillars. I have absolutely NO friends at school. I'm picked on real bad and not to mention beaten up. This one guy, Billie Joe, is real mean, he makes fun of my name (he calls me Moron Mikayla,) and he beats me.
As I approached my locker, 2 girls stepped up and started to shove me for no reason. One pushed me to the ground and was about to punch me in the face when a voice rang down the corridor.
"Ladies, ladies. You need to remember, that's my job!" It was Billie. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. He slammed me against the lockers. I struggled to get away, but he only tightened his grip. His nails pierced my skin and blood was slowly running down my arm.
"What did I do to you?" I spat,
"What did you do to me? Hmmm... you were born, Moron Mikayla. That's what you did to me."
All of a sudden, a classroom door flew open and Mr. Ardeche came storming out,
"MISS NICOLAS, MR. ARMSTRONG, NO FIGHTING IN THE SCHOOL GROUNDS! DETENTION AT LUNCH TOMORROW! MR. ARMSTRONG, YOU HAVE BEEN THE RUDEST, MOST INCONSIDERATE PERSON I KNOW, ALL MONTH! DETENTION FOR A MONTH!"
"Good on ya!" Billie threw me to the ground and stomped off, pushing people into walls as he went. I quietly gathered my things from the floor and went to the library to study. I had a free period to start off.
* * *
Oh my God! I made it to recess with out being beaten.
Well... that didn't last very long, did it?
I was standing innocently in the cue at the canteen, when a pair of cold hands grabbed me around my shoulders and slammed me against one of the brick walls surrounding the cafeteria. My head smacked against the bricks and they gashed my forehead. Blood winded down my face and hair was in my eyes. My hair blinded me. I couldn't see a thing.
The cold hands grabbed me again, followed by another pair of hands. They were hot, slimy and sweaty. I was picked up and flung over one of their shoulders.
My face hurt and my hair was still in my face.
I was soon thrown to the ground and beaten with a stick. After, they sat me up and one said, "Ha, let's take a leak on 'er," I recognised the voice. It was Billie Joe. The other voice said,
"Nah. I don't need to pee. You go." The voice was thick and syrupy.
All of a sudden, I felt warmth spread down my back, then sopping wetness. Billie Joe was urinating on me. I could smell the urine. It was musty.
I didn't try to stop him. I sat, rocking backwards and forwards in the fetal position and wept quietly into my hands.
Billie Joe zipped his fly and then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you? 'Cause if you do, I will make your pathetic little life worse than what it already is."
"I swear, no one else will know. Please, just leave me alone. I'll do anything you tell me to. Just leave me alone," I begged through my heaving sobs.
"You're a good girl. I can't guarantee that I will leave you alone but," he said touching my face. He jerked his hand away suddenly and stared at it. His fingers were dripping blood, my blood.
"Oh no! What have I done to you?" Billie Joe pulled my hair away from my face and gaped at the huge cut across my forehead.
"No! No, no, no. This is all my fault. I should've known that something like this would happen soon." His voice was unusually high and squeaky.
"Al, (Al is the other guy) get the car. We have to take her back to my place. Mikayla, please don't tell anyone. I'm really sorry. I'll be your slave for eternity."
I pulled away from Billie's grip and stared at him with my head cocked to one side. I gave him a confused look and said, "You are a strange young boy who needs to get his head straight." Billie and I stared at each other for a minute and then burst out laughing.
"You might wanna give your head a scrub. I gotta go. See you in detention tomorrow."
I waved and smiled. I think I'd made a friend.
I trudged off, urine dripping from my hair. I didn't care about that, Billie Joe actually apologised to me. Wow.
I got home and my mum was sitting on the lounge room chair. she took one disgusted look at me and yelled,
"GET UPSTAIRS! YOU'RE DRIPPING! WHAT IS THAT? WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE FRIGGIN PISS?"
"Long story!" I declared loudly. I stormed up the staircase and slammed my bedroom door shut.
I sat down at a desk at the back of the class. It's not the first time I'd gotten detention. Quite frankly, it's not as bad as people think. Boring though.
Billie came, surprisingly. He walked past my desk and slipped me a note. He took the desk beside me and leant back on his chair so that it was against the wall.
Mr. Ardeche came into the room and slammed the door behind him. He glared at Billie coldly (who grinned back sarcastically) and said, "I'll deal with YOU later!"
"What're ya gonna do? Poke me with your pokey stick? OH NO! HE'S GONNA POKE ME! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" He wailed as he made poking hand gestures while trying to hold in his laughter.
"You do know, that you already had a month of detention given to you last week?"
"You do know, that I'm not coming to ANY of those detentions?"
"Quiet!" Mr. Ardeche snapped.
"Okely, dokely, wokely, pokely!"
"Enough!"
"Enough, wuff, buff, duff!" Billie giggled, "Ha, ha, duff's the beer on The Simpson's!"
"MR. ARMSTRONG! ENOUGH!"
"Okay, okay. Don't get your knickers in a knot!"
"I clearly remember telling you NOT to say that."
"FINE, don't get your trousers in a twist!"
With that, there was silence. I opened the note. It read,
Hey Luda,
I'm really sorry 'bout how mean I've been to ya. You'd better accept my apology or I will bash crap ya! No, no, no. I'm just kidding. You can hang out with MY FRIEND MIKE AND ME after school if you want. Yet again, I'm really sorry!
Love,
ME!
P.S.: meet you at the bleachers. I'll be watchin' ya play sport. Look for me.
Bubi.
I read it over a few times and looked over at Billie. He caught my gaze and gave me a wide, goofy grin. He has a nice smile, but his teeth are a bit crooked. He has dreadlocks that are slightly matted and BRIGHT! Green eyes. I have to admit, he is pretty cute.
He looked over at me and winked. Damn, I was staring.
He kept looking at me and then started to make kissy faces at me. After a while, he started to be a little bit gross with the flirting thing and I looked away.
The bell rang to end lunch. Billie and I walked out of class together. When I turned around to say goodbye, he flashed in closer to my face and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled away and started to blush.
"Oh my God! Is Billie Joe blushing?" A smooth, low voice came from behind me. I turned to see a tall guy, 'bout my age. He had shocking blonde hair and dark grey-blue eyes. NICE!
"I-I-I-I'm not blushing!" I turned to see Billie's tomato red face and I cracked up straight away.
"Don't laugh! You're the one I kissed!"
"Oooh!" cooed the blonde guy.
"Shut uuup Mike!" whined Billie loudly, "Oh, yeah! Mikayla, this is Mike, Mike, this is Mikayla!"
"Nice pick BJ. She has nice legs."
"I do? I mean, um, thanks. She does have a name though," I giggled.
"I have, the best IDEA! Let's all skip the rest of school!" Billie screamed.
"TAKE A CHILL PILL!" Mike and I both yelled in unison.
"Sorry. We could get Fra- I mean, Tre, and he could entertain us!"
"Ummm, great idea," I stuttered slightly.
"LET'S GO!" both the guys yelled at once, deafening me a little bit.
"You're very welcome Mikayla. Are your parents home by any chance?"
"No sorry. They're on holiday for their anniversary," I replied.
"That's fine," he said happily, "I'm off."
"Bye." I waved politely and went back inside. At least one person in my life was nice to me. I went into my room and waded through the clothes on my floor so I could get to my en suite. I stripped of and lightly stepped into the shower. I turned on the tap and the hot water coursed down my naked body.
I've never really been happy with my body because I'm too skinny and people call me anorexic. I'm a size 4. My arms are covered in scars and I have no muscles whatsoever.
I stumbled out of the shower and dried my sopping body. I pulled on a white 50cent singlet and my black fold over track pants. As it was still early morning I had to put up with the EVILS of school. I would face a day of being teased about my clothes, name and all the stuff people usually tease others about.
I stepped up to my floor length mirror and observed my reflection. I have long, straight blonde hair with black extensions through it. I have brown eyes (nearly black,) and freckles across my nose.
I dried and brushed my hair and surrounded my eyes in dark make-up.
I made my way down stairs and picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I trudged out onto the front path, the over grown lawns brushed over my legs, leaving the bottom of my pants wet.
My house, my name, my body and my whole life... I just hate it.
My parents are hardly ever home, and when they are, it's like talking to two stone pillars. I have absolutely NO friends at school. I'm picked on real bad and not to mention beaten up. This one guy, Billie Joe, is real mean, he makes fun of my name (he calls me Moron Mikayla,) and he beats me.
As I approached my locker, 2 girls stepped up and started to shove me for no reason. One pushed me to the ground and was about to punch me in the face when a voice rang down the corridor.
"Ladies, ladies. You need to remember, that's my job!" It was Billie. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. He slammed me against the lockers. I struggled to get away, but he only tightened his grip. His nails pierced my skin and blood was slowly running down my arm.
"What did I do to you?" I spat,
"What did you do to me? Hmmm... you were born, Moron Mikayla. That's what you did to me."
All of a sudden, a classroom door flew open and Mr. Ardeche came storming out,
"MISS NICOLAS, MR. ARMSTRONG, NO FIGHTING IN THE SCHOOL GROUNDS! DETENTION AT LUNCH TOMORROW! MR. ARMSTRONG, YOU HAVE BEEN THE RUDEST, MOST INCONSIDERATE PERSON I KNOW, ALL MONTH! DETENTION FOR A MONTH!"
"Good on ya!" Billie threw me to the ground and stomped off, pushing people into walls as he went. I quietly gathered my things from the floor and went to the library to study. I had a free period to start off.
* * *
Oh my God! I made it to recess with out being beaten.
Well... that didn't last very long, did it?
I was standing innocently in the cue at the canteen, when a pair of cold hands grabbed me around my shoulders and slammed me against one of the brick walls surrounding the cafeteria. My head smacked against the bricks and they gashed my forehead. Blood winded down my face and hair was in my eyes. My hair blinded me. I couldn't see a thing.
The cold hands grabbed me again, followed by another pair of hands. They were hot, slimy and sweaty. I was picked up and flung over one of their shoulders.
My face hurt and my hair was still in my face.
I was soon thrown to the ground and beaten with a stick. After, they sat me up and one said, "Ha, let's take a leak on 'er," I recognised the voice. It was Billie Joe. The other voice said,
"Nah. I don't need to pee. You go." The voice was thick and syrupy.
All of a sudden, I felt warmth spread down my back, then sopping wetness. Billie Joe was urinating on me. I could smell the urine. It was musty.
I didn't try to stop him. I sat, rocking backwards and forwards in the fetal position and wept quietly into my hands.
Billie Joe zipped his fly and then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you? 'Cause if you do, I will make your pathetic little life worse than what it already is."
"I swear, no one else will know. Please, just leave me alone. I'll do anything you tell me to. Just leave me alone," I begged through my heaving sobs.
"You're a good girl. I can't guarantee that I will leave you alone but," he said touching my face. He jerked his hand away suddenly and stared at it. His fingers were dripping blood, my blood.
"Oh no! What have I done to you?" Billie Joe pulled my hair away from my face and gaped at the huge cut across my forehead.
"No! No, no, no. This is all my fault. I should've known that something like this would happen soon." His voice was unusually high and squeaky.
"Al, (Al is the other guy) get the car. We have to take her back to my place. Mikayla, please don't tell anyone. I'm really sorry. I'll be your slave for eternity."
I pulled away from Billie's grip and stared at him with my head cocked to one side. I gave him a confused look and said, "You are a strange young boy who needs to get his head straight." Billie and I stared at each other for a minute and then burst out laughing.
"You might wanna give your head a scrub. I gotta go. See you in detention tomorrow."
I waved and smiled. I think I'd made a friend.
I trudged off, urine dripping from my hair. I didn't care about that, Billie Joe actually apologised to me. Wow.
I got home and my mum was sitting on the lounge room chair. she took one disgusted look at me and yelled,
"GET UPSTAIRS! YOU'RE DRIPPING! WHAT IS THAT? WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE FRIGGIN PISS?"
"Long story!" I declared loudly. I stormed up the staircase and slammed my bedroom door shut.
I sat down at a desk at the back of the class. It's not the first time I'd gotten detention. Quite frankly, it's not as bad as people think. Boring though.
Billie came, surprisingly. He walked past my desk and slipped me a note. He took the desk beside me and leant back on his chair so that it was against the wall.
Mr. Ardeche came into the room and slammed the door behind him. He glared at Billie coldly (who grinned back sarcastically) and said, "I'll deal with YOU later!"
"What're ya gonna do? Poke me with your pokey stick? OH NO! HE'S GONNA POKE ME! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" He wailed as he made poking hand gestures while trying to hold in his laughter.
"You do know, that you already had a month of detention given to you last week?"
"You do know, that I'm not coming to ANY of those detentions?"
"Quiet!" Mr. Ardeche snapped.
"Okely, dokely, wokely, pokely!"
"Enough!"
"Enough, wuff, buff, duff!" Billie giggled, "Ha, ha, duff's the beer on The Simpson's!"
"MR. ARMSTRONG! ENOUGH!"
"Okay, okay. Don't get your knickers in a knot!"
"I clearly remember telling you NOT to say that."
"FINE, don't get your trousers in a twist!"
With that, there was silence. I opened the note. It read,
Hey Luda,
I'm really sorry 'bout how mean I've been to ya. You'd better accept my apology or I will bash crap ya! No, no, no. I'm just kidding. You can hang out with MY FRIEND MIKE AND ME after school if you want. Yet again, I'm really sorry!
Love,
ME!
P.S.: meet you at the bleachers. I'll be watchin' ya play sport. Look for me.
Bubi.
I read it over a few times and looked over at Billie. He caught my gaze and gave me a wide, goofy grin. He has a nice smile, but his teeth are a bit crooked. He has dreadlocks that are slightly matted and BRIGHT! Green eyes. I have to admit, he is pretty cute.
He looked over at me and winked. Damn, I was staring.
He kept looking at me and then started to make kissy faces at me. After a while, he started to be a little bit gross with the flirting thing and I looked away.
The bell rang to end lunch. Billie and I walked out of class together. When I turned around to say goodbye, he flashed in closer to my face and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled away and started to blush.
"Oh my God! Is Billie Joe blushing?" A smooth, low voice came from behind me. I turned to see a tall guy, 'bout my age. He had shocking blonde hair and dark grey-blue eyes. NICE!
"I-I-I-I'm not blushing!" I turned to see Billie's tomato red face and I cracked up straight away.
"Don't laugh! You're the one I kissed!"
"Oooh!" cooed the blonde guy.
"Shut uuup Mike!" whined Billie loudly, "Oh, yeah! Mikayla, this is Mike, Mike, this is Mikayla!"
"Nice pick BJ. She has nice legs."
"I do? I mean, um, thanks. She does have a name though," I giggled.
"I have, the best IDEA! Let's all skip the rest of school!" Billie screamed.
"TAKE A CHILL PILL!" Mike and I both yelled in unison.
"Sorry. We could get Fra- I mean, Tre, and he could entertain us!"
"Ummm, great idea," I stuttered slightly.
"LET'S GO!" both the guys yelled at once, deafening me a little bit.
