A Different Life 1

I was sitting in Ms. Potter’s math class waiting for the bell to ring, so class could begin. Just then I felt a light tap in my shoulder. I turned around and saw it was my best friend Christa.

"Yeah" I answered.
"What did you get for number thirteen AA" she asked me. I rolled my yes and asked "When are you going to stop calling me that Chris?" I asked.

"What, AA? I have no clue it just short for your name" she shrugged.
"But it makes me think of double A batteries" I complained.
"Well it’s not my fault your name is Allyaisa" (pronounced Ally-Asia)
"Yeah, Yeah whatever" I turned back around, looked at my paper, then back at her.
"The answer is 17 over 2" I said.
"Thank ya" she gave me a huge smile.

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I had just gotten off the bus and walked into my house…aka… Disaster. I lived with me Step brother. Who I for one never liked. EVER! My dad had lived somewhere in Europe and my mom died three years ago. I had no other living family that I knew about. You have no idea how much I prayed I did. Oh, I almost forgot my step Dad died from a heart disease. Four years ago. But my step dad was the coolest dude alive. He was funny and nice plus understanding. I loved him to death. It was just his reject of a son I so totally despised. I have no clue how a good person can produce such a bad egg. Maybe he took after his mom or something.

I stood by the door inside the kitchen. Listening, it was really quiet that Caleb was either sleep or he wasn’t here. Thank God. I walked up the stairs to my room and crashed on my bed. I landed on the bed with a thud.

"Aaah!" I let out a howl of pain. Pain shot up my back. I lay on the bed momentarily paralyzed by pain. I didn’t dare move. The spot. It hurt so much. Fresh tears streamed down my face. I grimaced while slowly trying to move to a sitting position. Once I sat up right I took my right arm bent it around my back. I softly touched the spot. It felt so sore. I guess my touch wasn’t as soft as I thought because a short thing of pain made its way through my body.

I went to the bathroom that was connected to the room my little sister and I shared. I lifted my shirt turned around to where my back faced the mirror and scrunched my face up at the sight of the thing on my back.

My skin was a brown complexion but you could still see a big black bruise the size of a fist and a half. More tears started to stream down my face. I just stared at it through blurry eyes. I hated him and I always would. He did this to me and I hated him for it. He did it this morning while I eating my breakfast with Izzy (my sister who is ten years old. 5 years younger than me). He came down the stairs screaming about how I had left a big ring around the tub. This is how it happened.

(What happened this morning, replay in her mind)

"You stupid girl" he had come down the stairs screaming.
I saw Izzy shrink up in fear. I touched her head and nodded. She knew what this meant; this was the "run and hide" signal. She nodded showing me she understood and darted for her #1 spot, the closet.

"What?"I looked at Caleb and glared at him.

"You idiot you, how could you leave the tub like that, huh? Nobody wants to bathe in your dirt!" he yelled moving closer to me. I knew what was going to happen next.

"I guess I forgot" I said shrugging.

He shot me a menacing glare that I matched with one of my own. He smirked an evil smirk "I guess I will have to teach you a lesson then".

I watched him walked even closer to me raise his hand…I closed my eyes awaiting the blow. BAM! His hand planted against my back harshly. I let out a small sound not wanting to let myself scream, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, so I held in my tears.

I heard my sister scream, I knew she had heard it.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed up the stairs, having no clue to where she was at.

He stomped up the stairs muttering. I waited until I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut to let out my cries.

I was crying letting out my pain. When I heard the door to the closet open. I quickly tried to stop but my emotions wouldn’t let me. I turned to see Izzy crying too. She ran to me and hugged me tight.

She whimpered and asked through sobs "W-w-why didn’t y-you tell him the truth" she asked.
"Because….." I said.
"You should have told him Asia"
"Never" I said strongly and firmly.

I would never tell him I didn’t do whatever it was he blamed on me. I would never tell him actually some of the things that happened Izzy had done. I would NEVER put her in that position; she would NEVER be hurt by him!!! She was my younger sister I would always protect her from him.

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