[My Life In a Nutshell]
chapter 6
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Me and Christian walked until it was completely dark and we could see the fireworks from home coming. he was so sweet. i couldn't believe. he was telling me stories about him and his friends, and i listened intently. he told me about his best friend Jimmy, who's apparently in my grade. Jimmy and him have been best friends since they were little, and he loves Jimmy, he says that Jimmy is like his brother, and him and Jimmy only have each other as friends really. it was actually kind of sad. as we rounded a corner, some kids that looked older than us started to approach him.
"Muse, stand about 30 feet behind me okay?" he said turning on his heel to look at me.
"why? who are they?" i said looking up at him.
"nobody. just high schoolers. they're not dangerous, don't worry" he said turning and walking on the side walk trying not to make eye contact with them. but the boy with freckles and red hair called for Christian.
"hey! are you Christian? Christian Ramonao?!" he said signaling his friends to stop with his hands.
"Yes. who are you?" said Christian looking at me over his shoulder and then looking at the boy. the three of the boys- who I'm guessing are about a year older than me- started walking towards Christian not noticing me.
"is it true? i mean, what people say about you and stuff?" said the short blonde haired boy. i think his name is Brian...
"is what true? the drugs?..." said Christian, hesitating.
"yeah. that. do you have any? are you selling them?" said the the boy with red hair.
"no man. I've never even touched drugs, those are just completely false rumors...." said Christian turning to walk away, but the boys jumped on him and started pulling him to the ground, but Christian, turned on them. it was amazing. he punched one of them in the stomach, and then he knocked the red haired boy out with one swing. i backed up next to a tree, so they couldnt see me when they ran away. Christian turned and called out my name.
"Muse?!" he said turning in my direction. i came out from behind the tree.
"What was that?! drugs?! are you a drug dealer?!" i said my hands shaking.
"no Muse. please, let me explain..." he said walking towards me. we went back to our normal pace and he told me everything. apparently, when he was in the 5th grade, a rumor spread that he dealt drugs for his cousins. it got worse in 6th grade when high school kids often jumped him for drugs. he then took karate so he could protect himself. none of the other kids would talk to him except for jimmy, and that he had a bad reputation. i felt so bad.
"I'm sorry Christian, i had no idea..." i said trying to make eye contact with him.
"it's fine. you didnt know. I'm glad you gave me time to explain though, no one ever gives me time to just explain the rumors and that there not true, but its gotten better, some people talk to me." he said smiling. when we got home he walked towards the school, waving goodbye. I planned my out fit for the next day, which i do every night it was my usual, dark clothes and then i prepared my makeup for the next day. i dont know why i bother though, I'm so ugly that nothing would ever change it, but i try anyway. i took a shower and brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas. but something was missing... my mom. wonderful. shes missing without a note and my stepdad isnt home yet. i put on my sneakers and ran outside into the cold autumn night. i wish Christian was still here... i ran around for a little while, until i found her down the block on my neighbors lawn halfway on the curb. I'm only 5 foot and shes bigger than me, but i had no choice I slung her arm over my shoulder and propped her up. i could smell the spirits on her breath. shes not supposed to be drinking, shes been in AA for 7 years but she decided this month to start drinking.
"Muse? is that you?" she mumbled.
"yeah its me you idiot." i said saying in her ear. she hobbled for a little while, but a few feet away from our house she gave up and i dragged her the rest of the way. i got her inside and laied her on the bed. she pulled me down and whispered in my ear:
"you're such a good person. a good little girl. always helping mommy, you dont even need looks so its okay if you dont have any..." and she passed out. i stood up with tears in my eyes, and gazed at her beautiful face. its not fair. that i have to be surrounded by my smart beautiful outgoing mother and sister. i started crying hysterically, and ran into the bathroom, staring at the mirror, i picked up the hair brush and threw it at the mirror with all my strength, and the mirror shattered into pieces. so much for my nice day...
Muses school clothes: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=2577045