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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 09/15/2012
Who's standing in the Mirror?
Born 2000, F, from Philadelphia/PA, United StatesI slid into my old beat up Gremlin, my butt freezing as soon as it hit the leather. It was about 50 degrees outside and the car doesn't have heat, so most days I freeze. I pulled out of the school parking lot, and onto the long wavy road. there were exits almost every mile to go to different places, but if you kept going straight you wouldn't get off the wavy road for about a day.
I couldn't take it anymore, I was so cold. I pulled over and reached into the backseat and pulled out my huge blue San Francisco hoodie, and slipped it over my head. I put on my turning signal so I could pull back onto the wavy road. just then Tracy, Veronica, Trey, and Kent pulled up making it impossible to pull onto the road. They were the most praised popular kids, stuck up snotty. I hated them so much, yet I'd die to be part of their group.
"Ha, should've gotten back on the road when you could've Diner girl!" Tracy yelled making her "royal subjects" laugh with her. "I'd like a BLT to go." Trey yelled, making the rest of them laugh into histerics. I just stared straight ahead. it's not the first time they did this to me. all they want is a reaction. "See ya later, Sloan." Tracy yelled as she screeched off down the road.
I pulled back onto the road and avoided almost every bump, trying to stay warm, but my feet freezing like crazy. I pulled onto the exit that led to the diner's parking lot, where I do my homework and eat. I reached into the trunk and pulled out my bookbag and my wallet and walked inside of Gracie's Diner. I sat at the window seat and started my math. when the waitress came I ordered a burger and fries.
I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment, freezing more than ever. I unlocked the door to the apartment, and went to my room. I had to get dressed for work which started at 6:30, and it was 5:57. I put on the diner pants which were blue and gold plaid, and a plain long sleeve blue shirt, and a gold waistband. I went to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. the only thing in there was a jug of tap water, and 3 almost rotten apples. that was the only food in our apartment.
Tonight i'll be getting payed 75 dollars, so i'm going to get gas in the Gremlin, put oil in it, then tomorrow when I go to work at the dry cleaners, and I get 104 dollars, I'll go grocery shopping. I grabbed my bookbag and headed out the apartment door still freezing. my mom would be home in a couple of minutes and I did not want to deal with her.
As soon as I opened the door to the parking lot a huge gust of wind hit me chilling my bones. I ran to the Gremlin, as if it was any warmer, but my butt froze as it usually does when it touches the cold leather. I pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the dark winding road. I flipped on my head lights, as soon as 5 hit it starts getting dark, so now it was black.
I parked in the back of Clint's Diner, my job, and got out the car and ran to the front door, 2 minutes from being late. Then I saw them...Tracy and her royal subjects sitting at a booth at the far end of the blue diner. I ran behind the counter and into the locker room, and I lifted up my hair, twisted it sloppily, and pushed it up against my head,and put a huge clip in it. I pushed the door open, walking back behind the counter, blocking Mr.Clint, the boss and owner.
"Ms.Sloan, if you want to get payed I advise you come in earlier," he said, writing on a clipboard, not bothering to look up at me. "Yes." I said and walked around him. As I was walking I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Angie, the old lady who works with us.
"Sloan, sweetie, i'm desperate, my shifts over, could you handle that booth over there?" She asked me pointing to Tracy's table. "Sure Angie." I said not taking my eyes off of the booth. "Thank you." she said power walking to the locker room. I grabbed a pen and paper and walked over to their booth.
"Well, if it isn't Sloan." Trey said staring at me.
"What can I get you?" I asked looking at Tracy who looked disgusted at me.
"We want a different waiter." Tracy said.
"Well,i'm the only one working until clos..." I tried to say.
"I don't care, we want a different waiter." Tracy said angrily.
"Well...i'm...my hands are clean, I promise." I said assuming that they thought I was dirty, and I giggled.
"Great, we're going down to Gracie's." Tracy said scooting out of the booth.
I opened the apartment door, and went to my room, and immediately went to bed. I was so exauhsted, and I had to work tomorrow at 6 A.M. I woke up, took a shower, and put on the uniform kaky pants and red buttondown. When I started up the car it sounded a million times better. most of the noise it was making was gone, and it ran more smoothly thanks to the gas.
When I walked through the door of the apartment with a million groceries, I felt so much better. I bought everything you could buy, but stayed on a budget. I put all the food away and changed into my pajamas. Saturday was always chore day, well that was before my younger brother and my dad died. I ate a couple of Oreo's and as I was walking to my room my mom yelled out, "Sloan, clean the bathroom." I could tell she was drunk from the way her voice sounded.
"Mom,I just got home from work and grocery shopping, i'm exhausted." I said leaning on my room door. My mom came out of her room and gripped my arm so hard, pulled me to the bathroom, threw me on the floor, "Clean,now!" she said.
I ran to my bed and jumped on it. the smell of toilet cleaners stenched my fingers. I immediately fell asleep, which is what I mostly do now that I basically pay bills and go food shopping. When I woke up and looked at my clock it said 6:26 SUN. Oh my god I slept until Sunday night.
I got up, and made some oodles&noodles, and layed on the couch reading Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time. Around 11 I went to my room and went back to sleep. I didn't really dream about anything, I just thought, why do people treat me this way? I really don't know what I ever did, and I have yet to find out.
I woke up at 6:30, and I got in the shower. I went to my closet, and I thought to myself, 'who should I be today?' Every day I choose to dress like a different person to see if the style goes with my "flow." Once I dressed like Jesse McCartney, all he wears is tanktops and striped hooded jackets and black jeans, and hightops. He gave me the death stare all day at Ikland High. you never mess with a persons self expression, that's about the worst thing you can do.
I decided I'd try a Stacy Valone look today, she's highlighter clothing, always flashy and bright, and surprisingly stunning. I put on a bright orange long sleeve shirt, and a bright knee-high lace see through one shoulder dress. I slipped on my yellow stilletos, and I put orange chandeler earings in my ears, and I curl my hair, and put a turquoise headband on.
I went into the kitchen, and put a bagel into the toaster, and sat on the couch and waited. I smeared jelly onto my bagel, and grabbed my bookbag and my car keys and left the apartment. I was so cold,w earing a dress in 50 degree weather. I drove down the long wavy road to Ikland High listening to the radio, eating my bagel. I parked my car over the rose bushes. I grabbed my bookbag and walked to the school door, and as soon as I walked in heads turned, and mouths gaped open.
I walked to my locker feeling happy thinking that this was my day, that highlighter could really work for me, finally get me popular. I saw Stacy walk by and give me a death stare, then right behind her was Tracy, Veronica, Kent and Trey, also givibg me the death stare. I breezed through Math, and Biology ,and took a quiz in Engish class, then finally lunch.
I put my bookbag in my locker, and strutted to the cafeteria, and I got in the lunch line. I was carrying my tray to the cafeteria door when a familiar voice yelled my name, "Sloan!" I turned around and saw Tracy, Stacy, Kent, Veronica, and Trey walking toward me, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
"So,you wanna explain to Stacy why you're wearing her "clothes"?" Tracy asked me using air quotes. Suddenly I went mute, I couldn't talk, I was so scared, I saw all the eyes of the people in the cafeteria. "Hello,you know how to talk right?" Tracy said walking closer. I felt like such an idiot, in that moment, I just wanted to run but I couldn't my feet were bolted to the ground.
"Can-you-speak?" Tracy asked me deciphering each word as if I was 2. "Yes." I whispered looking at my shoes. "What?" Tracy said getting closer. "Yes." I said a bit louder. "Good, so tell me why you think you go around and steal people's ideas,and trends." Tracy said looking at Stacy who was still giving me the death stare. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Well, since you humiliated Stacy here, I believe the same treatment should be given back to you." Tracy said with a smile. I stepped back. Suddenly, Stacy's hand was coming straight for my face, my vision blurred and then I dropped to the ground. The tears were filling up in my eyes as I held my face. "I'm sorry,please." I said tears threatning to stream down.
I wobbled and stood up facing Tracy. "Great, so now it's our turn, for embarrasing us at the Diner." Tracy said. "No,I didn't mean to...please,don't please." I begged the tears rolling. Just then I felt the sting of a slap, and the cut of her diamond rings across my face. I fell again. I felt the blood pouring out of my cheek. "I'm sorry..I'm so sorry..please don't." I said through my tears, as Veronica walked up.
Before I knew it her sharp ruby cut deeper into the cut on my cheek, and my vision was blurring again, but worse, Trey walked over, and I supported myself by leaning on the table. "Please Trey, please, please, please, don't hit me, i'm so sorry, i'm sorry." I said tears rushing down my face, I was losing so much blood. Surpringly he took my hand,and then he put it in my scolding hot soup holding it there.
I screamed so loud, and tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't, then His fist went into contact with my temple, then a smack across my face, then a punch in my stomach, and I dropped to the floor. "Get up." Kent forced. I wobbled up holding my burned hand. I was really crying. "Please..don't please..i'm sorry, it was just an acci..." I forced then got cut off from a punch to the stomach, a slap to the face, and a punch to the lip, that had busted immediately.
I dropped to the ground, and I couldn't see very well. I heard all of them walk away laughing. Then slowly my eyes started closing, then someone ran over me and lifted up my head yelling, "Get an ambulance, call the cops, help me, someone help me!" I saw people starting to crowd around me crying, hands covering mouth, screaming. "Sloan,stay with me, you're ok. Get the ambulance, Sloan, Sloan, Sloan?" The person screamed. Then my vision went black,and I was gone.
Who's standing in the Mirror?(Fatimah Peters)
I slid into my old beat up Gremlin, my butt freezing as soon as it hit the leather. It was about 50 degrees outside and the car doesn't have heat, so most days I freeze. I pulled out of the school parking lot, and onto the long wavy road. there were exits almost every mile to go to different places, but if you kept going straight you wouldn't get off the wavy road for about a day.
I couldn't take it anymore, I was so cold. I pulled over and reached into the backseat and pulled out my huge blue San Francisco hoodie, and slipped it over my head. I put on my turning signal so I could pull back onto the wavy road. just then Tracy, Veronica, Trey, and Kent pulled up making it impossible to pull onto the road. They were the most praised popular kids, stuck up snotty. I hated them so much, yet I'd die to be part of their group.
"Ha, should've gotten back on the road when you could've Diner girl!" Tracy yelled making her "royal subjects" laugh with her. "I'd like a BLT to go." Trey yelled, making the rest of them laugh into histerics. I just stared straight ahead. it's not the first time they did this to me. all they want is a reaction. "See ya later, Sloan." Tracy yelled as she screeched off down the road.
I pulled back onto the road and avoided almost every bump, trying to stay warm, but my feet freezing like crazy. I pulled onto the exit that led to the diner's parking lot, where I do my homework and eat. I reached into the trunk and pulled out my bookbag and my wallet and walked inside of Gracie's Diner. I sat at the window seat and started my math. when the waitress came I ordered a burger and fries.
I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment, freezing more than ever. I unlocked the door to the apartment, and went to my room. I had to get dressed for work which started at 6:30, and it was 5:57. I put on the diner pants which were blue and gold plaid, and a plain long sleeve blue shirt, and a gold waistband. I went to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. the only thing in there was a jug of tap water, and 3 almost rotten apples. that was the only food in our apartment.
Tonight i'll be getting payed 75 dollars, so i'm going to get gas in the Gremlin, put oil in it, then tomorrow when I go to work at the dry cleaners, and I get 104 dollars, I'll go grocery shopping. I grabbed my bookbag and headed out the apartment door still freezing. my mom would be home in a couple of minutes and I did not want to deal with her.
As soon as I opened the door to the parking lot a huge gust of wind hit me chilling my bones. I ran to the Gremlin, as if it was any warmer, but my butt froze as it usually does when it touches the cold leather. I pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the dark winding road. I flipped on my head lights, as soon as 5 hit it starts getting dark, so now it was black.
I parked in the back of Clint's Diner, my job, and got out the car and ran to the front door, 2 minutes from being late. Then I saw them...Tracy and her royal subjects sitting at a booth at the far end of the blue diner. I ran behind the counter and into the locker room, and I lifted up my hair, twisted it sloppily, and pushed it up against my head,and put a huge clip in it. I pushed the door open, walking back behind the counter, blocking Mr.Clint, the boss and owner.
"Ms.Sloan, if you want to get payed I advise you come in earlier," he said, writing on a clipboard, not bothering to look up at me. "Yes." I said and walked around him. As I was walking I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Angie, the old lady who works with us.
"Sloan, sweetie, i'm desperate, my shifts over, could you handle that booth over there?" She asked me pointing to Tracy's table. "Sure Angie." I said not taking my eyes off of the booth. "Thank you." she said power walking to the locker room. I grabbed a pen and paper and walked over to their booth.
"Well, if it isn't Sloan." Trey said staring at me.
"What can I get you?" I asked looking at Tracy who looked disgusted at me.
"We want a different waiter." Tracy said.
"Well,i'm the only one working until clos..." I tried to say.
"I don't care, we want a different waiter." Tracy said angrily.
"Well...i'm...my hands are clean, I promise." I said assuming that they thought I was dirty, and I giggled.
"Great, we're going down to Gracie's." Tracy said scooting out of the booth.
I opened the apartment door, and went to my room, and immediately went to bed. I was so exauhsted, and I had to work tomorrow at 6 A.M. I woke up, took a shower, and put on the uniform kaky pants and red buttondown. When I started up the car it sounded a million times better. most of the noise it was making was gone, and it ran more smoothly thanks to the gas.
When I walked through the door of the apartment with a million groceries, I felt so much better. I bought everything you could buy, but stayed on a budget. I put all the food away and changed into my pajamas. Saturday was always chore day, well that was before my younger brother and my dad died. I ate a couple of Oreo's and as I was walking to my room my mom yelled out, "Sloan, clean the bathroom." I could tell she was drunk from the way her voice sounded.
"Mom,I just got home from work and grocery shopping, i'm exhausted." I said leaning on my room door. My mom came out of her room and gripped my arm so hard, pulled me to the bathroom, threw me on the floor, "Clean,now!" she said.
I ran to my bed and jumped on it. the smell of toilet cleaners stenched my fingers. I immediately fell asleep, which is what I mostly do now that I basically pay bills and go food shopping. When I woke up and looked at my clock it said 6:26 SUN. Oh my god I slept until Sunday night.
I got up, and made some oodles&noodles, and layed on the couch reading Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time. Around 11 I went to my room and went back to sleep. I didn't really dream about anything, I just thought, why do people treat me this way? I really don't know what I ever did, and I have yet to find out.
I woke up at 6:30, and I got in the shower. I went to my closet, and I thought to myself, 'who should I be today?' Every day I choose to dress like a different person to see if the style goes with my "flow." Once I dressed like Jesse McCartney, all he wears is tanktops and striped hooded jackets and black jeans, and hightops. He gave me the death stare all day at Ikland High. you never mess with a persons self expression, that's about the worst thing you can do.
I decided I'd try a Stacy Valone look today, she's highlighter clothing, always flashy and bright, and surprisingly stunning. I put on a bright orange long sleeve shirt, and a bright knee-high lace see through one shoulder dress. I slipped on my yellow stilletos, and I put orange chandeler earings in my ears, and I curl my hair, and put a turquoise headband on.
I went into the kitchen, and put a bagel into the toaster, and sat on the couch and waited. I smeared jelly onto my bagel, and grabbed my bookbag and my car keys and left the apartment. I was so cold,w earing a dress in 50 degree weather. I drove down the long wavy road to Ikland High listening to the radio, eating my bagel. I parked my car over the rose bushes. I grabbed my bookbag and walked to the school door, and as soon as I walked in heads turned, and mouths gaped open.
I walked to my locker feeling happy thinking that this was my day, that highlighter could really work for me, finally get me popular. I saw Stacy walk by and give me a death stare, then right behind her was Tracy, Veronica, Kent and Trey, also givibg me the death stare. I breezed through Math, and Biology ,and took a quiz in Engish class, then finally lunch.
I put my bookbag in my locker, and strutted to the cafeteria, and I got in the lunch line. I was carrying my tray to the cafeteria door when a familiar voice yelled my name, "Sloan!" I turned around and saw Tracy, Stacy, Kent, Veronica, and Trey walking toward me, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
"So,you wanna explain to Stacy why you're wearing her "clothes"?" Tracy asked me using air quotes. Suddenly I went mute, I couldn't talk, I was so scared, I saw all the eyes of the people in the cafeteria. "Hello,you know how to talk right?" Tracy said walking closer. I felt like such an idiot, in that moment, I just wanted to run but I couldn't my feet were bolted to the ground.
"Can-you-speak?" Tracy asked me deciphering each word as if I was 2. "Yes." I whispered looking at my shoes. "What?" Tracy said getting closer. "Yes." I said a bit louder. "Good, so tell me why you think you go around and steal people's ideas,and trends." Tracy said looking at Stacy who was still giving me the death stare. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Well, since you humiliated Stacy here, I believe the same treatment should be given back to you." Tracy said with a smile. I stepped back. Suddenly, Stacy's hand was coming straight for my face, my vision blurred and then I dropped to the ground. The tears were filling up in my eyes as I held my face. "I'm sorry,please." I said tears threatning to stream down.
I wobbled and stood up facing Tracy. "Great, so now it's our turn, for embarrasing us at the Diner." Tracy said. "No,I didn't mean to...please,don't please." I begged the tears rolling. Just then I felt the sting of a slap, and the cut of her diamond rings across my face. I fell again. I felt the blood pouring out of my cheek. "I'm sorry..I'm so sorry..please don't." I said through my tears, as Veronica walked up.
Before I knew it her sharp ruby cut deeper into the cut on my cheek, and my vision was blurring again, but worse, Trey walked over, and I supported myself by leaning on the table. "Please Trey, please, please, please, don't hit me, i'm so sorry, i'm sorry." I said tears rushing down my face, I was losing so much blood. Surpringly he took my hand,and then he put it in my scolding hot soup holding it there.
I screamed so loud, and tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't, then His fist went into contact with my temple, then a smack across my face, then a punch in my stomach, and I dropped to the floor. "Get up." Kent forced. I wobbled up holding my burned hand. I was really crying. "Please..don't please..i'm sorry, it was just an acci..." I forced then got cut off from a punch to the stomach, a slap to the face, and a punch to the lip, that had busted immediately.
I dropped to the ground, and I couldn't see very well. I heard all of them walk away laughing. Then slowly my eyes started closing, then someone ran over me and lifted up my head yelling, "Get an ambulance, call the cops, help me, someone help me!" I saw people starting to crowd around me crying, hands covering mouth, screaming. "Sloan,stay with me, you're ok. Get the ambulance, Sloan, Sloan, Sloan?" The person screamed. Then my vision went black,and I was gone.
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