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Lexie looked at the clock from her desk. The clock read 8:00 A.M. She had only been in History for twenty minutes ad she felt like going home. Yawning, she streched in her seat, unaware that her teacher was watching her. "Miss Metcalf! I see you want to present your project first today," the history teacher sneered.
"Oh! No, I was just stretching, Miss Hernandez," Lexie explained in a panicked voice.
"Did you forget your report again?" Miss Hernandez asked.
"No, I have it right here," Lexie replied, waving her report in the air.
"Good, now come up here to give your report to the class," Miss Hernandez said, sitting down at her desk. Lexie hesitated to argue, but the look on Miss Hernandez's face was enough to make anyone cringe in fear. Lexie walked up to the front of the class, took a deep breath, and began talking about the Kennedy assassinations.
Lexie sighed as her friend comforted her. "Well, what was worse was that jerk Rocky pretended to snore through the whole thing."
Lexie was tired by lunch. Her normally straight orange-brown hair was a mess. She plopped herself at a table, lunch bag in her hand. Carelessly, she dumped her lunch out, its contents spilling all across the floor. Frantically, she began crawling on the floor, looking idiotic crawling aroung in a white tank top, baggy camo pants, and big boots. "Metcalf, report for duty!" a voice called out from the cafeteria.
Mumbling something about idiots, she reached for a clementine when someone accidentally stepped on her hand. "Dammit! Watch where you're going!" She looked up to find a tall boy standing above her wearing a smirk. His vibrant green eyes stood out from behind his jet black hair. He wore a black T-shirt with AC/DC on it and jeans. "Well, if it isn't Rocky Callahan, the school jerk," Lexie said, getting up with the clementine in hand.
"Jerk, am I?" Rocky asked. "So I'm the 'Junior Educated Rich Kid.' J-E-R-K," Rocky's smooth voice spelled out.
"Of course, but have you finished potty training yet?" Lexie said, getting fired up, "That's the first part of junior education, or are you still holding onto your blnkie?"
A crowd started forming around the two. "Well, didn't that Shorty here was so feisty," Rocky said, moving in.
"Rocky! I'm right behind you, you know," said Maria Baker, coming out from the crowd. Maria Baker was the school drama queen, with a striking resemblence to Mariah Carey. "Rocky, baby, you wouldn't make a move on scum like her, would you?"
"No, Maria, scum like Lexie shouldn't even be in this school." The two walked off, and the crowd began to dissipate. Lexie sat back down to eat, when Alexa walked over to her with another friend.
"Oh my god, Rocky Callahan is such a bastard. Who in their right mind would call you scum?" Alexa said, hugging Lexie tightly. "You know, Alex," Alexa said, looking over to her friend, "you didn't even stand up for our Lexie! You can put up a fight with Rocky, can't you?"
"Hey, I'm not gonna mess with Rocky Callahan," Alex said, shaking his head, "He takes karate!"
"Hmph, some gentleman you are," Alexa said. "Lexie, you really shouldn't get into shouting matches with Rocky. Sooner or later, it'll go over the top, and you'll get hurt."
"Oh guys, I'll be fine," Lexie said, laughing, "Rocky's just a small thing to me. I'm not like those fake preps that are madly in love with him."
"Come on, Lexie! You can do it!" Alex said, running backwards, "You can get the mile in 8 minutes!"
"Stop showing off!" Lexie yelled, trying to catch up to the two.
In a flash, Rocky appeared by her, swiping her Green Day wristband. "Nyah! Look at what I swiped!"
"Give it back, Rocky!" Lexie said, screaming.
"Catch me if you can," Rocky laughed, and sped up.
Lexie took a deep breath, and began sprinting. In a matter of seconds, she had closed the gap between the two, and lunged at Rocky, knocking him down. The two were gasping for breath on the ground. "Hand... over... my... wristband.." Lexie said, taking deep breaths in between words.
"Here's your stupid wristband," Rocky said, flinging it at her face. "Got a bit too worked up about it." He got up, and brushed off the dirt off his gym clothes.
"Lexie!" Lexie turned at the sound of her name and saw Alex and Alexa running up to her. "You got a 7:43 on the mile! You did it!" Alexa squealed.
"Good job!" Alex said, patting Lexie on the back.
Rocky watched the three, and saw something suspicious. As Lexie put on her wrist band, he saw a couple marks along her arm. Ignoring it, Rocky walked over to Maria and his friends.
"No problemo, Lexie," Alexa said, grining widely. "With a busy single dad, I'm sure it must be hard for you to find a ride."
"Oh, I usually ride my bike everywhere, but it's broken," Lexie explained.
The two girls got into Alexa's mom's car. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Blake," Lexie said, buckling herself up.
"Hi, Lexie," Mrs. Blake said. "Alexa, dear, you should learn manners like your friend."
"She only has manners to those above her," Alexa said. "She give no respect to guys in our classes."
The ride to the library was short. Lexie said her goodbyes as the Blakes drove off. She walked into the library, where the librarians greeted her. She came to the library often, to study, to read, and to help there. Although she had originally volunteered there, she ended up getting paid. The main librarian paid her $5 an hour for putting returned books away on the shelves and reading to the children every Friday.
She pushed the cart of books to the non-fiction shelves, and she began putting the books away when she saw someone come into the library. A young boy of six and his mother walked into the library, the boy eagerly tugging on his mother's hand. Lexie hid behind the shelf, trying to stay out of sight. "Mommy! I wanna see if Lexie is here!"
"I do too, honey. But, she must be busy, right, Adam?" the mother said, picking Adam up.
"But I wanna see Lexie! I want to hear her stories!" Adam whined.
The mother asked one of the librarians if Lexie had come in. Luckily, the librarian had not seen her come in. Disappointed, Adam sulked as his mother carried him out of the library. Lexie took a deep breath, and continued to work.
"Alexandra!" her father yelled. "You've been slacking again! I got a call from your history teacher! You got a C on your report! HOW COULD YOU FAIL ME?!"
"It's only one C!" Lexie cried, cowering on the floor. "I've gotten all A's! One C won't matter!"
Her father hit her across the face and picked her up by the throat. "How are you going to survive in the real world with that kind of additude?!" her father yelled, tightening his grip on her throat. "All I ask is for you to make a name for me!"
"And pay the rent, and clean the house," Lexie mouthed, gasping for breath.
He flung her against the wall, causing the few glass lamps to fall from the shelf and fall on her head. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Lexie bit her lip, eyes tearing up, trying not to scream from the pain. It felt as if her scalp would be ripped off from the force. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, fuckin' bitch."
Her father let go of her and left the house. Lexie just lay there, the glass piercing the skin on her arms. She could hear the Toyota Corolla pull out of the driveway and leave. He probably went to get even more drunk.
Using the wall next to her, she pushed herself up. She walked across the glass, the shards making her wince at every step. Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom upstairs. She got out the first aid kit and began bandaging her head. As she unwrapped the gauze, a small blade fell and hit her wrist. A small steady stream of blood fell from it. Lexie, who was normally sickened at blood, felt no pain. This pain could be controlled. The idea of that was very appealing to her. She finished bandaging herself, and she took the small knife. She walked into her room, the only clean place in the whole house, and as soon as she hit the bed, Lexie fell fast asleep with the knife on her bedside table.
