Concrete Angel:
A Child Abuse
Story.
Chapter 3
I
sit there on the floor staring at Jake, feeling tears streaking
down my face, wiping away some of the fizzy chemical
mix. "No," I say, "I'm sorry."
He holds out his hand for me to help me get up.
"It's okay. We should probably go clean up the science
room, though." He smiles uncomfortably, and walks into the
room.
We clean, as told, until we're late for our next class.
"I'll write you two passes. You're gonna stay here
until all of this is cleaned up!" Mr. Kewer snaps. That's
right, there is no second period chemistry class.
"But it's the first class of this semester!" Jake
debates, "It's really important, we can't miss
it!" He's right. The first classes are always very
valuable.
"That's too bad for you then. Go!"
Mr. Kewer barks. He hands us each passes to get out of our next
class and points too the hall.
I jog to my next class, explain the situation, and walk back to the
chemistry lab. Jake is already there. "Now, both of you will
serve in a Saturday detention, and I'm calling your
parents." Mr. Kewer says.
Panic sends cold shivers up my spine. If my dad finds out,
he'll hurt both me and Joy for sure. "Please, don't,
my dad is um...er...very b-busy." I lie, uneasily. But Mr.
Kewer just hands us cleaning supplies and walks out of the
room.
Jake turns to me with an accusing expression. "I can't
belive you, Amber. One less damn tablespoon
and none of this would be happening!"
The tears well up again, but I hold them back, knowing if I let
them fall, I'll explode. "I'm sorry." I choke
out, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. I turn to the
beakers and clean them with a dusty rag.
We finish cleaning in silence, angry and ashamed with myself.
I do hate my life.
And I hate that no one knows my story.
Concrete Angel: A Child Abuse Story. Chapter 3 I sit there on
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