"Why don’t you send her? She’s the one causing us issues" Why wouldn’t she just let it be and leave peacefully? No good old Brook had to put on a show, sorta like a circus acts last standing ovation.

"Go now!" For once I think she got a little expression out of Mr. Fennelmyer, that’s a first, but if you didn’t listen closely you would of never caught the slight change of tone.

I spent the rest of the day tormented and uncomfortable of having to show my bruised up face to everyone who passed me by or gave me a look my way. It was like being an animal caught in a cage at the zoo, everyone looks at it and either laughs or throws something at it, even though it’s obviously done nothing to harm anyone or even gave enough energy or time to bug someone, but yet they find it amusing to torment it and abuse it’s living climat. They say they give the animals better homes then what they had in the wild, but that’s complete bull, because if I had to choose between having the chance to be pray to some hungry beast or being the center target of screaming and abusive children, I’d rather die then live through it, exactly kinda like my situation. I’m locked and Madison holds my key but yet she teases me by throwing it away.

I was right about to get in my car when I herd someone call my name.

"Ashley!" It was Spencer, but what did she want?

"Oh hey" I replied timidly.

"I’m glade I caught up with you, what are you doing tonight?" Should I answer that I’m going home to an angry and abusive Christine or just drive off leaving my unresolved issues lay in her hands, meenwhile I get the chance to walk away clean.

"I’ve got homework" I replied getting back in my car.

"Look I don’t like seeing you like this, please explain why you act this way" She said rubbing my arm, but I flintched at the contact.

"Why do you care so much? I’m a lost cause and I’m surprised you haven’t herd the stories that creep their way into everyones ears" I told her.

"What stories? And I care because you’re the only one that came to see me that day and there’s just something about you I want to know, I know it’s their, it’s just too deep to reach" She said and I started my car.

"Maybe one day" I left her with those three words, probably eating her up inside with curiosity on my past.

Everyone knew about me, everyone had their own little way of telling the story of my past, wether it was something that went on like ‘She loved a straight girl but she hated her’ or ‘Madison used her to get with an old friend’ the stories would get more twisted and twisted the longer the chain became, it was like playing telephone, no matter how many times you pass the message it would always have bits and pisses stolen out of it in some way.

That’s what I was, I was left with bits and pieces and the only person I think could put me back together would be Spencer…