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Triggered. Chapter One
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   "Is that what I think it is?" My five minuet boyfriend asked. I nodded as I started to cry silently, wishing I could just leave now.  He gently took his hand and hesitantly touched-
 
   Stop, wait. Before I tell you about what happened with my five minuet boyfriend, I have to tell you the beginning and how I got there.
 
   My name is Annaleah Fox, but people call me Nine only because when I was little I told everyone that if they called me by my real name I would scream, and that’s exactly what I did. I'm fifteen years of age and I live in New York City with my mother and her husband John. I used to live with my father Tony before the substance abuse started and the social worker took me away when I was eleven. I haven’t seen him since.
  My best friend Amber Lee and I go to the same school and live right next to each other. We’ve been best friends ever since I moved in with my mother and John. Even though I can’t tell her everything that goes on with me, she’s still a great friend, and I love her.
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   My alarm clock blared in my ear. Today was supposed to be Halloween; an amazing holiday, but there’s school today. I let out a loud groan as I rolled out of bed and onto my soft carpet, nearly hitting my head on the night stand. I lay my hands flat on the carpet and lifted myself up. Mom must have moved my laundry to the hamper, ‘where it belongs’. My mother is always cleaning the floor of my room when I’m sleep or at school.  
   My mother, she’s nice when she wants to be. Her skin is tan because she’s always outside gardening. Her hair is strawberry blonde for always being under the sun. To my surprise she doesn’t have cancer yet. My mother’s eyes aren’t like mine there a soft light blue that her hair complements perfectly.
   Me on the other hand, I have natural straight auburn hair that stops at my waist. I’ve got very pale skin with light freckles painting it. My eyes are a light brown with specks of green. I’m 5’4 and thin unlike my mother who is 5’9 and kind of thick, not a bad thick earthier.
   I looked myself over in my bathroom mirror, and then made funny faces at myself as I brushed out my hair. I looked as if I’ve slept forever, you couldn’t even tell that I had just woken up. I smiled at myself in the mirror and then my smile faded. I could never get it to stay very long, unless I’m in front of other people. I always fake smiles around them, and there so dumb they believe it.
   I pulled on my school uniform and brushed my teeth. I took a look around my room for my school bag. It’s not in here. I rush to the closet and open it up; still nowhere to be found. I burst out of my room and down the stairs almost tripping over my bag. “Mom?” I called out as I picked up my book bag and looked through it seeing if I was missing anything. Nothing was gone except my lunch money.
   Just then mom walked out of the kitchen holding up a fork with a grape sticking off the end of it. “What do you need?” She said looking at my then to my bag.  “Mom, did John have my bag today?” I asked trying to keep the anger from my voice. Mom looked away from me, she knows I’m angry. “He did…” She trailed off.  I stomped me feet. My mom quickly turned and went back into the kitchen.
   “Mom, he can’t just go through my things like that. You and I both know it.” I said as I slumped into the chair next to my mother. She looked over at me and nodded. I sighed a bit too loudly and got up. “I have to go.” I told her and walked to the front door where I put on my black flats and left.
   As I walked down the front steps of my house the boy across the street came walking out his front door. He glanced up at me for a second before rummaging in his pockets for his car keys, once retrieved he looked back up and walked to his car.
   It took me about five minutes to walk to the bus stop where Amber was waiting for me, cup of coffee in her hand. As I walked up and stood next to her she offered me a drink of her coffee. It smelled of sweet white chocolate mixed with caramel. I shook my head and put in an ear phone which was connected to my mp3 player. Flyleaf played loudly in my ear; I left one ear phone out so I could hear Amber if she talked.
   Waiting for the bus I let out a sigh and watched the boy drive past in his black mustang GT. His window was rolled down and his brown hair was blowing lightly in the wind as he passed. His eyes glued to the road, not looking up at me once. I watched in the direction he left in until the bus had gotten there.
   “Nine, save me a seat real quick okay? I’m going to go sit and talk with Cory. He’s been eyeing me all morning.” She said as she glanced over at him. Cory was three people ahead of us, his curly blond hair sticking up. I winked at her and smiled. She replied back with an attractively wicked smile, and stalked off towards the bus. I followed slowly behind giving her some space.
   I watched her climb up the bus and pull down her skirt a bit. She got her skirt one size to small just for the boys. Amber really looked nice in her plaid skirt and white button up shirt. She had all the right looks; curly, but not to curly red hair with a lovely white face and dazzling green eyes. Her legs were long and perfect, like of like an athlete but slimmer and not as buff. Her boobs weren’t too big or two small. They were a perfect fit in her button up. And I’m not checking her out; it’s just that I envy her perfectness, and her boobs that she can actually show off.
  I always wore black slacks with a button up shirt and flats; never skirts. I reached into my book bag to grab my bus pass, but it was missing. I got on the bus about to explain why I didn’t have my bus pass when the bus driver held his hand up. He leaned forward and close to me, a smile played at his lips.
“No need to explain.” He whispered.
I was dumbfounded. He never let me ride without a bus pass.
I looked back at Amber who was talking it up with Cory; both of them laughing at their little jokes. The three other people were earthier asleep or looking out the window waiting to leave. Then the bus driver cleared his throat.
“Want to ride without a bus pass right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Why not stay on the bus after everyone gets off and I’ll ‘help’ you find that bus pass of yours?” He said in a low husky whisper that sent chills down my spine. The bus driver’s grey old eyes looked me over and he touched my leg just behind my knee cap.
   I quickly jerked away from him, not saying a word.
“Maybe I can see you without the pants for once?” He said and tried to reach for me again.
I backed away almost falling down the steps off the bus.
   “Amber!” I yelled. “Forgot my bus pass, I’m walking.” I yelled as I got off that bus as quickly as I could. The bus finally pulled away, and I started to walk to school. No need to go home and tell mom, she’d just tell John and he’d yell at me and say I’m lying.
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