"OMG! They're gonna fine me." I breathed as I ran up the stairs. I was already tired because I started gaining weight in the 11th grade and I didn't care to change that but right now I'm starting to feel the weight on me.
Like the strike of thunder, I found myself in the janitor's closet. I felt sweat dripping in the middle of my back, my chest rising and falling with every pant. My breathing stopped when a hand covered my mouth, the room was hot and dark, and I couldn't see anything or who was behind me.
"don't make a sound." a voice belonging to one of my brothers said and my shoulders dropped with relief.
"Thank God," I mumbled, words muffled by his hand.
Sooner, footsteps started heading towards the closet, sucked in my breath, a little too much that I think my face will turn blue, luckily, there was a noise from a far corner of the hallway. the footsteps disappeared and I breathed out.
opening the door slowly, making sure the coast was clear. it was so I bolted out, running downstairs, I was tired of the game, rushing to my classroom to get my bag and go home. it was the last day of high school and I wanted to have fun but I was having a bad feeling. I walked into my classroom, stalking my desk, looking for my backpack, but it wasn't there, and sighed frustrated.
"awn, fatty's looking for her backpack," my bully, Rita muttered from behind me. She always bullies me because of my weight, it always makes me feel insecure. She and her gang.
I turned slowly, scared that she might bully me again, "P-please give me my b-bag." I begged, "And why should I listen to you, huh fatty?!" she snarled, unzipping my bag and throwing all my stuff out.
I felt like crying, ever since in the 11th grade when I started gaining weight, she started bullying me, sometimes at lunch break I'd be walking in the hallway when she and her gang pulled me to a corner and beat me up, pour the lunch on me like I'm trash, I hated it, I also envied Rita because of her beauty, her slender and pale skin, her coal black hair, her tiny waist, I'm so jealous.
"what do you want?" my voice was not too loud but it was steady, suppressing my inner fear.
She walked up to me in slow and intimidating steps. "okay, fatty. I have a condition" she said, standing face to face with me. "I want you to hook me up with your brother, make me his girlfriend," she muttered, only for us to hear.
I frowned, "you could go ask them yourself." I wanted to say to her, but I didn't.
"Which of my brothers?" I asked, looking her straight in the eye.
"your oldest brother Samson," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Okay, now I don't need my backpack anymore, I don't have anything important in there and I can get a new one if I want. I can't disturb my brother who just started working as CEO in my dad's company a year ago.
"I'm sorry I can't," I said straight to her face and she frowned, I walked away.
she scoffed, "it's okay," she muttered, I stopped in my tracks. "I'll just find another way to ask him, by the way, I know you don't even know how to talk to a boy, you're just stupid and fat and I'm sure no one likes you, not even your brothers!" she screamed and my eyes started to sting.
without answering her, I ran out of the classroom and out of the school, my falling like a waterfall, I hailed a taxi and as soon as it came I got in, telling the driver my address and he started driving.
AT HOME
as soon as I arrived, I went to my room to calm myself down and pack my bags, taking important stuff I will need for my new journey.
I went to my bathroom, washed my face and went to my dad's office.
opening it slowly, I greeted my dad, "Hey Dad," I started, "Ahh, my princess, how was school today, you're so early. What about your brothers?" he said all in one breath.
"they're still in school, umm... I'm here to ask you to book me a flight to Texas, for university...like, now." I nervously said, fiddling with my fingers and looking at my feet.
"Oh, sure. I like that you're thinking ahead," he said then picked up his phone, dialing a number.
"ah, Mike, I want you to take my daughter to Texas in my private jet, right now. Be here in 10," he said sternly and hung up, not letting Joshua speak.
"Alright dear, go pack your bags and wait for Joshua to come pick you up," he said and went back to his work.
"Dad, please don't tell anyone about this okay? I love you, bye!!" I rushed and ran back to my room. I quickly packed everything I needed, double checked again and again until I was satisfied, Mike called me downstairs so we could get going.
Luckily, the boys hadn't come home yet so I left with ease.
"I'll miss them so much," I muttered to myself as Mike started the car, watching the car drive out of the gate.