Chapter 8


    The day passed by quickly and school ended. I was sitting on a bench in the school yard waiting for


    Jasmine. She had said that her gym teacher wanted to ee her and she knew that it would take a while.


    She would always say that her gym teacher did not like he and had it out for her since sophomore year.


    jasmine had invited me to have a sleepover at her house. I was really grateful as usual for these


    sleepovers as I didn’t have to go home and face an im ending beating. I could also have one night


    where I’m safe and sleep peacefully. An did not care if I was th re or not. Most times he didn’t even


    know I was not there.


    1 also look forward to a warm home-cooked meal and I really love jasmine’s mother’s meals. Mrs.


    Thomas was a great cook and is a nice woman. She reminded me of how my mother was. She was


    always taking care of others. Jasmine knew I was grateful to be around her mother, because she knew


    how much I missed my mother.


    Thinking about my mother again and the dream I had this morning, I took out my locket from inside my


    blouse and looked at my mother. I ran my hand over the picture and felt better. Every time I looked at


    my mother’s picture, I felt this way. Her smile was heart warming and I knew she is always with me.


    “Prettydy.” I heard a voice behind me and I jumped and spun around. Standing over me was Carson


    Knight in all his annoying glory.


    “What do you want, Carson?” I asked, closing my locket and putting it back inside my blouse. “Nothing.


    Who is she?” He asked. He came from behind me and sat on the bench beside me. “What’s it to you?”


    I asked crossing my arms.


    “Woah, you’re serving up a te of feisty, Kitten.” He said raising his hands in defence. I sighed as I


    gave in. “She is my mother.” I replied.


    “Oh, she looks a lot like you. I guess you hear that a lot.” He guessed.


    “Yeah, I used to. She died two years ago.” I rted:


    “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said quietly.


    I look up at him and saw that he was being sincer . “Thanks.” I replied. To be honest, I was surprised


    that he would be sympathetic about my mother’s deaf . He didn’t even know me.


    Suddenly, Carson’s phone gave out a beep. After reading the text, he got up from the bench, putting


    the phone into his pocket. “Well, there is somewhere I need to be.” He saluted me and walked off in the


    direction of his car, without waiting for a response. Ye, he was back to the Carson I know.


    Carson Knight was one weird boy. One minute he as here showing concern and the next, he seems


    cold


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    and transformed back into the bad boy I was used to. I didn’t have time to unravel the mystery of


    Carson Knight as I saw jasmine walking from the school building and gesturing to me.


    WARNING: Abusive content, but only a small amount.


    Today was now Saturday. On most Saturdays, An would go to a party or hang out at a bar with his


    drinking buddies. I love these days because he would drink all night and he would note home until


    early the next morning.


    I wasying on my bed when I heard his car left the house. I took up my phone and looked at the time.


    It was a quarter pass two. I guess he decided to start his night out early.


    I left my room and went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge to eat. The fridge was however


    empty. I saw only a small amount of milk left in the milk carton. It has been a while since I went


    shopping. This is due to the fact that I did not have any money as An spends the entire money on


    alcohol.


    He didn’t care if there was food in the fridge or not. He did not care about me. All he cared about was


    his alcohols in the cab. My mother had left some money for me before she left, but it was not


    enough. It was fast running out. I knew I had to get a job soon.


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    Pouring thest of the milk in a bowl, I made up my mind to go job hunting. I had cereal quickly, took up


    my phone and keys and left the house.


    Looking a job was harder than I thought. I tried almost all the small cafes and no one was hiring. I knew


    that this wasn’t the right way to look a job, but I needed one as soon as possible. I was getting


    frustrated and tired. My feet were also killing me as I have been walking for over two hours.


    I looked up ahead of me and saw another cafe. I looked up at the sign above the door, which read:


    Miranda’s Tasty Treats. I head in the direction of the small shop, hoping that my luck would turn over.


    The doorbell rang over the door as I entered. Only a few customers were inside sitting around (.11)


    booths. A young girl with dark hair was at the cash register. I walked up to her mid she gave me a


    weing smile.


    “Hello, wee to Miranda’s Tasty Tredis. k.vhdt Indy I get you?”


    “Hi. May I speak to the owner?” I asked her.


    She looked at me for a short while and then she nodded. She left her post hehind the counter and


    walked over to a door and disappeared. A few miutite4ter, the girl appeared withdy. The girl


    pointed to me and thedy walked over to the counter where I was.