Missi
Missi’s thoughts were whirring around her head, the bus was rocking, people were shouting and she was almost home.
“Hey, moron….oi!!!” yet another voice was penetrating her little seat. In half a second two heads popped up over the seat in front of her. One of them was a boy of about 18, her age, with short blonde hair and baby blue eyes, she remembered him, he was in her class…the jock. The other one was a girl, probably the latest girlfriend, who looked like the girl version of him except with a very dark blonde pony tail sticking out of the back of her head. Missi peered at them from under her black bangs.
“Hey moron, do your little “change your eyes” trick for Samantha here, ok?” A single word revolved around in her mind, Crap.
“Listen Jake, firstly, I’m not yours or your girlfriend’s play toy and secondly I don’t know what your talking about.” She was beginning to play with her ankle length black hair that was fanned out on the seat. The Samantha girl was looking at her in an odd kind of stare while her boyfriend steamed.
“How’d you know she’s my girlfriend???? Who told you????”
“Jake, any girl that you manage to sit with that doesn't faint besides me is always your latest girlfriend…what number is this, eighth?” Now the girl was the one who was steaming.
“And this is?” the still steaming Samantha turned to the sweating boy next to her,” Jake, you said that she was just some weird freak and you..SIT WITH HER??”
The trees rushed past as they sped along the dirt road that seemed like the last time it had been repaired had been in the 1800's. Missi knew this road like she knew her own house, perfectly. There's a pothole right about.....now.
“WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!” both of them were in the aisle and Samantha was glaring at Jake like he had shoved her on the floor, then her pained eyes turned on Missi. There she could see it plainly, pain, not intese, but it was there. The bus went silent, there hadn't been a fight , like a real one with blood and broken bones, at the school for ages and the kids were missing them. Jake immediately came up shouting.
“You did that on purpose!!!!!!! You made it happen!!!!!!! Why did you do it?!?!?!?!?!?!”
“I didn't,” almost there, “that pothole has always been there. You just never noticed it. Oh, and Samantha, Abreiva works for the bruise.” They goggled at her as she got off the bus at her run down old house. Back on the bus there was no noise except for the engine as it pulled out. Everyone was staring at Jake and Samantha and they were staring at Missi. No one had ever done that before, usually they fought or ran not walk calmly off the bus. Missi was aware of the eyes looming on her but she walked on and opened the door to her own, personal hell.
“Whatever happened to the friends house????? Jeez, your so annoying and last I knew you hated it here!! When did this change??”
Missi's sister wasn't the most tactful person under the sun but you got used to it, just like everything else in this god damn house. She looked around for her father, Missi and her sister Erika live with their step dad and sometimes his “girlfriend” who only kept his abusive nature at arms length by regularly leaving then saying that Missi had kicked her out, and he always falls for it. Erika is 17 and turning 18 in four months, she's a fairly heavy girl and rarely ever gets the grunt of his moods, but Missi on the other hand was only a spindly 15 year old and always got the lashings.
“I do,” whispered Missi, “you know I do. Kali got grounded by her parents.” she instinctively ran her hand along the longest, most painful gash parallel to her left shoulder blade, it extended far past the small of her back. A spur of pain rustled down her arm and across her back. The pain wasn't a problem, it was the look in Erika's face that bothered her.
“Just go........somewhere, upstairs might even work, dad's coming home.” her face portrayed a feeling of intense grief and also a feeling of annoyance. Erika had always been close to their real mother, but she had died long before, at the feet of their stepfather. Erika had come in just as their father gave her her the last blow she would ever feel to the back of her head with his coffee mug. Blood had dripped off of the broken cup as their mother lay there, dead.
The two sisters' locked gazes was interrupted by the girlfriend, Tiffany, who had just arrived. Missi turned with a deep hole smoldering in her chest. She could tell, this was her last night here. None the less she went upstairs, she needed to pack her stuff anyways. The crammed house had limited space so Missi had turned an old closed off sun room into her bedroom. She had replaced the glass doors with mirrors and had torn up the old carpet. It was dusk now and the single candle that she had lit gave off little light but the mirrors reflected and reverberated with the glow. She sat down and calmed herself a little. It was no use to keep tearing at those old memories, all they brought were sadness.
a pic of Missi as I think of her now, sort-of.....she just needs longer hair
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