His eyes, and his hands that’s all that is remembered from that day, nearly a year on and she can still feel the burning of his eyes as they roam over her body as it was a piece of meat. She can still feel how his hands roamed over her as she was lay beneath him crushed under his weight, his breath as cold as ice on her naked skin.
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“Andy, come here right now!”
It was seven the next morning, her mother had been calling her for 10 minutes, and she had to get up and start getting ready for school or she would be late. She had been trying to get up for 20 minutes but was unable to. Her thighs were bruised and she had three badly broken ribs.
Her mother walks in peering into her room just as she is about to sit up.
“What do you think you’re doing still in bed?”
“Don’t worry mum, I’ll be down in a minute”
She sat on the edge of the bed, gathering up her clothes she hopped into the shower, washing away all of her childhood. She winched at the pain as the water hit her chest, every breath was like it would be her last.
After what seemed to be an age, she got out from under the water and slipped into her uniform. Today, she would have to go back, go back to face him, the teacher that had inflicted the pain on her.
No one knew. She wanted to keep it that way, she had told her mother she had twisted her ankle and fell against a bar, so she wouldn’t suspect.
She was a good actor; she had been acting for a year now. She was used to the pain, the pain that came after a run in with him.
It had been a year since these so called “run ins” started, they mainly happened on days when he was on playground duty. On those days I would hide, I was always found my, so called friends would always rant me out.
The pain she got from them they would never know, nor understand.
“Andy! Its 8:30 you’re going to be late!”
She took one last look in the mirror to make sure nothing was showing and then turned and exited the bathroom, ready for another day at that place they called school.
Author notes
This is the start of a story, if you would like more, please let me know.
A contest entry
- This is a little random... by Taylor Renee.
130 points, ended April 8, 2007, 97 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think....
Comments
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I was actually looking through your stories for something funny. But oh well...couldn`t find something but this was good, I`ll read more when i get a chance too.
plot: 5.
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woot! answers questioned.... questions answered
Anyway, good... a little sad, a few spelling/gramical mistakes I know (and yes, even i make mistakes )
now I should read part 3
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wow this is really yerrific! i like it a lot, and im reeeaaaallly sorry it took me this long to comment! i cannot wait to read the rest, it seems like an awesome story and i love the plot, but the writings also really good. i think the first person works out really well.
Tay (great job...finalist)
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I like it so far
this seems like it could turn out as a good story, off to read the others,
Mat
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ohh i love it, it's great keep writeing
beginning: 1, language: 1, plot: 4, ending: 1, dialog: 2, characters: 2.
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I would like to read more , and I hope he gets what he deserves again , no child should go through that ever
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This was really good, course i want more... what direction r u gonna take with it? I'm highly interested... pls keep going, and keep up the good work...
Luv MDH
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Wow Em you said you couldn't write o.O.
Of course I want more!!! IS now my turn to bug you for more
The description and usuage of words was coolies, you got it to flow well and used good description .
Imagery was here in its creativity, you have done a fine jobby
Ebb
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