my stupid mouth || closed

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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I really love getting shoved into the lockers everyday and threatened with a fist in my face. I mean, it's not that I have been getting beat up every day since I walked into this school. I wasn't sure why though. I did everything my brothers and sisters told me to do. Be nice, don't talk back to the teachers, and all that regular jazz people tell you on the first day of school. The first day I walked through the big doors with my new backpack and combed over hair. I thought it was going to be a great new experiance but it really wasn't. That next week was the first time I got a punch in the stomach. I was a target and I couldn't help myself. I knew why I was like a practice dummy to the big guys in my grade with smirks and muscles. It was because I wasn't a fighter. As much as they teased and hit, I wouldn't do anything about it. I would sit there and take it. And whats a better target then a kid who doesn't fight back?

"Where is it kid?" I felt a fist go into my stomach and I felt myself get dizzy. Gasping for breath I asked then to stop but that just made it worse. "I don't know what you are talking about..." I ask clutching my stomach because the pain was overwhelming on my full stomach. I hadn't even walked into the bloody school before I felt the neck of my shirt being grabbed and being shoved against a brick wall. I didn't even fight it. I just let it happen. So no one felt sorry for me. Maybe except my sister, who was no where to be found. "Don't lie to me kid. Just tell me where you hid it." The biggest one said, spitting in my face. I squished my face up as it hit my face. Gross. "I have to get to class..." I say as a dramatic excuse to get out of this daily beating. But that just a snicker to fall across the two boys. "Oh no. Jaime is going to be late. It could ruin your perfect attendence record." A smirk glided onto his face. A unison chuckle came from both. I felt my cheeks burning up in embaressment. "We couldn't have that could we?" I shake my head, which I really shoudn't have. It just got me a slugger to the face.

The second boy took my hands behind my back so I could do anything but take it. I struggled a little before I gave in. "Aww, your big scary sister isn't here to save you. Where is she? Probably getting drunk." I felt my stomach drop. "That's not funny." I say trying to struggle out but the boys hand slid over my mouth. The big one cracked his knuckles. "Should have told me, Jaime. Who is gonna save you now?" I felt a wave of panic hit me as I knew I wasn't getting out of this one.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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[Parks]

Chloe Cambel

What was it like to have friends? Chloe always listened to her Aunt rave on and on about how she needed to stay focused on her school work so she can become a doctor when she is older, and have a good life, but not once has her aunt urged her to make friends. "Have a good day at school," Chloe heard her aunt say to her as she gobbled down the grains that her Aunt Patty had generously made her earlier that morning. "I'll try." She blurred, shrugging nonchalantly as she got up from the kitchen counter and walked towards the door. "I love you." She called to her aunt as she walked across the lawn of their house, towards the small school that was just around the corner. Chloe wasn't trying to hurt her aunt's feelings by rushing out the door, Patty knew she loved her, and besides, Chloe just naturally liked to stay away from people. It was just how she usually acted around everyone- not that she had friends to act that way around. It was a lonely life, but it was also a lot easier then trying to make friends. People knew her as "the weird girl." Chloe had come to this realization ever since she started going to this forsaken high school, but she also realized that none of them had the courage to say it to her face. This really didn't bother her that much, and she didn't care that she sat in the back of the classroom, or ate alone at lunch. She wasn't trying to make friends. The only thing she had a problem with was when people brought up her mother. That was a topic she wouldn't dare let anyone talk about around her. No exceptions.

Chloe was almost certain no one wanted to be her friend, anyways. She had her loving Aunt, and that was all she needed. No friends, boyfriends, or girlfriends. She would be lying if she said the thought of having a girlfriend hadn’t crossed her mind before. Not that she was bisexual or homosexual, but she had always been curious as to what it might be like.

As Chloe walked down the street, she let the wind flow through her hair, making her feel even more alive. “I don’t need friends. Especially when most of them would be killed off in the Hunger Games anyways.” Chloe knew that that wasn’t true. The odds of being reaped in the Hunger Games were about 1 out of 1000. Before Chloe could ponder on this anymore, she had reached her destination- school. It was just as it usually was- kids all crowding the outskirts of the buildings, teachers walking around as if they were patrolling a jail, which in all reality, it did feel like a prison, and Chloe loathed it. She didn’t let anyone know that though, in fact, she was certain that everyone believed she was oblivious to her surroundings, and didn’t know they viewed her as the weird girl.

"Aww, your big scary sister isn't here to save you. Where is she? Probably getting drunk." Chloe turned her head, looking over at two boys crowding this other one, shoving him against a wall. “That’s rude,” she whispered to herself just as the first bell began to ring. She was going to be late to class… again, but no one should have to be treated that way. Ever. And she knew how it felt, except it was never as direct to her as this was. “Who is gonna save you now?" Chloe could feel her fists clench as she maneuvered her way next to the boy who was speaking. She would not let this innocent kid get bullied, although kid wasn’t the right word, considering he was probably older than her.
“I guess I will, since all of the selfish assholes at this school won’t.” Chloe snarled, before socking the guy in the face. His nose started to ooze blood, and he looked at me with a face of disgust. It looked as if he was about to hit her back, before the other kid put his hand on the bully’s shoulder, and started talking some sense into him.
“It’s not worth it, let’s just go, dude.” The one boy chimed it, before pulling his friend along. Chloe’s adrenaline was already rushing, and she could hear her heart beating frantically in her chest. She recalled how she flinched when the bully raised his arm. As the bullies walked off, Chloe looked over at the boy, smiling slightly. “My name is Chloe. What’s yours?”

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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These kids have really made an effort to make my school experience as miserable as possible. I literally think they analyze me in their free time to find out what makes me upset or even tick. It's like their main goal to hurt me and I have to admit they were doing a pretty good job at it. Once they mentioned my sister, Charlie, they knew that they won. The reason was because I couldn't disagree with them. My sister wasn't exactly the best kid around, but she was still my sister. Sure she skips school and does get drunk, but if they mention it they know they won an dI gave up. I was sensitive about my family, especially my mother. I get very quite when anyone speaks about either of my parents. These boys act like my family is some sort of joke. Maybe it is, but it is my family. And they are all I have.

I braced myself of the next punch squeezing my eyes shut for some reason. Maybe I thought it would lessen the pain. Except, I just waited for the pain to hit me. But it never came. I got the courage to open my eyes and as my vision came into view a girl about my age with blonde hair. I opened my eyes in disbelief that maybe this was all my head because I just got punched. As I watched it came more real to me. I stood there in disbelief as this girl punched the bigger one in the face. I guess it wasn't worth it so they left, but the one holding me still kicked me before they left. I gasped for breath, the punches are starting to leave me. I crunched over before I could look the girl in the eyes.

Pulling out a small smile, I laughed a little even though I was in pain. "Probably shouldn't have done that." I say, steading myself so I could stand up straight. "They will come after you next." I wasn't even joking. I was so thankful for her help but I didn't want her to be their target besides me because she was being nice. It wasn't worth it but to her, it was. She told me her name was Chloe and I smiled. "I am Jaime, Jaime Smith." I tell her. "Thanks for saving me. No one usually does... except my sister."

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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