Mommy's And Daddy's Little One And A Half Angel Part Two

Part Two:1

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She leveled her brown orbs with mine. "No you're not."3

I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. It was that obvious that I didn't want anyone to know that I was in pain. I smiled, a tearful hurt smile. "I am. See. I'm smiling."4

She shook her head. "Ka--"5

"All right! Out of the looker room, girls!" a female voice instructed loudly.6

I shut my locker's door, placed, and locked the pad lock, and exited the locker room with a red flushed face, hurting eyes, and tear stream marks. Yana was a healthy woman with some weight to her. She was from Moscow, Russian. Her mother adopted her when she was only a few months old. Like I said, she was my only friend. Yana had black wavy hair, tan fare skin, and a sweet personality.7

Coach Christian instructed us to do our stretches, her green eyes sparkling. Coach Christian had gray and white hair that was a boy cut, but still a style for female's. Twenty jumping jacks, army style was our first "chore." You know, "One, two, three, one. One, two, three, two. One, two, three, three. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, five..." so on and so forth. Then we did twenty sit ups, then twenty push ups, and side arm stretches. After this, we did our butterfly stretches, bend over and stretch to our toes, sit down and stretch to our toes nine times, and to end our stretches, we pulled out feet to our chest, held our toes, and slowly extended our legs until they were flat against the gym floor. We held this position for ten seconds.8

Once done, she said, "All right, I'll be honest." She laughed slightly. "I had nothing planned today so, it's a free day. Play basketball, or walk around the gym. Get started."9

Kids jumped to their feet, grabbing ball after ball, until there was none. I still sat down. Yana was at my side in a split second. "Hey," she said.10

I nodded, gnawing on my bottom lip until it bled.11

"You wanna walk around?" she asked.12

Honestly, no. I shook my head. I was sick in my stomach, and the feeling was stirring my heart into a cool melting numbness.13

"Come on," she said, getting to her feet.14

I glanced up at the extended hand, and took it gently. Helping me to my feet, she stood me up, and balanced me out.15

"Thanks," I mumbled quietly.16

"Cheer up," she told me with a genuine smile.17

How could I? I was about to tear my family to pieces.18

I nodded anyway. We began walking around, talking very little. She was trying to pry into me, get me to tell her what was wrong. By the end of class, this is all she got: "I'm just feeling like crap, and I wanna talk to Mrs. Brenda* about something personal. trust me, it's nothing about you. I'm just having trouble dealing with stuff, and...and I think I need some adult help." I told her that I was glad that she wanted to help me, and I meant it. I meant everything I said.19

Sitting back in our stretching spots, Coach dismissed us by groups. I was one of the last to go. I didn't mind though. I need to be. Walking up to her, my stomach churned, doing sickening flip flops. She sat at a fold-able table, working on what seemed like the attendance. It was.20

"Coach..." I croaked.21

She continued writing the attendance. "Yes?" she asked, then looked up with a warm smile.22

"Can I go to guidance?" I mumbled.23

"What was that?" she asked, leaning her head up to mine slightly.24

"I need to go to guidance," I said shakily, my voice cracking.25

"Why?" she asked, "Is someone picking on you?"26

I shook my head, and somehow, I told her about how I was feeling. She nodded, and filled a pass out.27

"I hope everything goes well, Kaitlynn. I really do."28

I nodded, sniffling. Walking out of the Gym, I listened to the voices from the locker rooms. They were so loud for such a quiet place, a quiet hall that is.29