Kill Me
Chapter 2
By: Makena
Callie woke up late for school and hardly had time to shower and dress herself by the time the bus came. She hated the bus, but she hated Kelly even more, so she sucked it up and let the big yellow ship her to school day in and day out.
She climbed off clutching her black sketch/writing book in her hands and her black back pack strapped around one shoulder. There was nothing she hated more in the world than school and the masses it attracted every day. She wasn't a people person - especially when it came to the kids in her class.She sighed and pulled up her right knee sock up a little before walking into the large building and into her school. As much as she hated it, she was relieved to get there because school was her only escape from her home, and home was her only escape from school.
'Maybe I should just kill myself,' she thought bitterly, spinning the combination to her locker. 'At least Thanksgiving is next week.'
Callie got her locker unlocked, but had to kick it to get it open. "Old piece of shit..." she grumbled, shoving her back pack into her locker and grabbing her Ancient World History book before closing her locker up and finding her way to class as the bell rang.
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Fourth hour began after an unenthusiastic day of Ancient World, Algebra and French 3. Callie made her way to the science room nearly left once she realized that there was a substitute. Of course, it would have been hard to explain her absence to this sub - it was Kelly.
"Okay, everyone please take your seats and we can get started," Kelly said as the final bell rang. "I'm your sub for today, my name is Mrs. Madden. Now, your teacher gave me some work sheets to give you, so I'll pass those along as soon as I explain what you're doing."
Callie rolled her eyes and began to write in her book as Kelly took roll.
"Callie?" Kelly said, looking around the room.
Callie rolled her eyes but didn't look up from her writing.
"Callie? Is Callie Madden here?"
The class looked at Callie and became dead silent.
"I guess she's absent..."
"You know I'm here," Callie growled, looking up at her step-mother.
Kelly smiled and continued down the list before turning to the board and explaining the things they were supposed to be doing. Callie wrote on, but stopped when a girl sitting next to her passed her a note from a boy that sat on the opposite side of the room.
After lunch?
Callie looked up at Kelly, who hadn't noticed the note, and wrote her response down.
Yeah, but we gotta get back before 8th ends...
She tossed it to the girl next to her who passed it down the line. Callie watched as the boy read it, looked up at her, and nodded. Kelly turned them lose with their homework and walked around the room to help those who needed it. She stopped at Callie's desk and hovered for a moment.
"You know, Callie," she said, kneeling down and lowering her voice to a whisper. "You might be able to pass this class if you did your homework?"
"I might," Callie said, still writing in her book.
"Or took notes?"
Callie shrugged. Kelly sighed and walked on, stopping to help a small group of girls and boys who didn't understand question 13.
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As soon as Callie had finished her lunch, she excused herself into the student parking lot and met a boy her age, leaning against his white and blue truck. He had dark brown hair and soft green eyes and he wore jeans and a dark blue band t-shirt.
"Ready?" he asked her.
Callie nodded, clutching her book under one arm while grasping the single strap of her back pack that hung off her shoulder. They climbed into the boy's car and drove away from the school to the poorer section of town where they stopped at a one story house. The white paint was chipping and the lawn was cluttered with various objects. They climbed out of his truck and walked into the house, which was full of smoke and people.
"Yo, Caleb!" on of the men greeted. "Callie! What brings ya to this side of Waldorf?"
Caleb rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor across from the man who had spoken to him and handed him some cash. Callie sat next to him, also passing the man some cash. The man counted his cash and grinned, removing a box from under the torn couch. He placed the cash inside and took out a bigger box, opening it up in the newcomers direction.
"What'll it be today?" he asked them.
Callie looked at her choices - there was pot, heroin, pills, ecstasy, coke - almost everything in the drug book. She let Caleb take the pot he had paid for and almost instantly try to light up. Callie also chose pot, but paid the man some extra cash and took some pills she stashed in her back pack for a later use.
Callie returned to school before it ended, half stoned and wishing she didn't have to go back. Caleb, who was also still half stoned, drove recklessly back and almost got in an accident.
"Tomorrow," Caleb said, dropping Callie off as the bell rang.
"Tomorrow is Saturday," Callie giggled.
"Oh. Yeah. Monday then."
Callie nodded and watched him drive off as the masses of people swarmed around her. Callie sat down on the curb and waited for her step-mother to emerge from the school. Nobody knew about her drug addiction but her, Caleb and the man that sold it to them and she tried to act as normal as possible when Kelly came outside and offered Callie a ride home.
They rode home with Kelly explaining her day in sickening detail while Callie looked out the window, day dreaming about random things and thinking about stories she could write about. Before she knew it, Callie was home and she ran up the stairs to find comfort in her diary.
Diary,
You need a new name. Anyway, I'm glad today was Friday so I don't have to go to school tomorrow. That means I get to sleep in - unless Kelly want's me to help her clean the
house or something, and in that case she'll try to get me up so I'll have to be awake enough to tell her to go fuck herself or something. After school, this kid called Caleb and I went to this guy's house and got stoned - like almost every day. I don't like to miss english, because I actually do good in that class, but I couldn't wait to get my fix. Maybe I should just go over to the guy's house and buy pot off him for a week's supply and just skip english once every week? I actually think I got a detention today, but I don't remember. Anyway, I decided to hide you under the lose floor board under my bed because I have some pills I need to hide them with the pot I already have
and my razor. Might as well just hide you with 'em.
Callie sighed and sighed her name. She really had nothing else to write in it, so she closed it and hid it along with her cigarettes and the pills until later. Callie waltzed down the stairs, bored and hungry, and saw her father and Kelly discussing what seemed to be Thanksgiving.
"Hey, Callie," her father said, looking up at her and smiling. "How was school?"
Callie shrugged. "It was school," she said. "What else do you need to know?" She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed herself a carton of milk and began to drink straight from the carton.
"We were just discussing Thanksgiving," Kelly informed her. "Please use a glass."
"I knew that," Callie said, ignoring her last comment. "Where are we going this year?"
"Actually, we were thinking about having Thanksgiving here this year," her father replied. "We've got a big enough house and I'm sure we can afford the food."
Callie nodded. "Who are you going to invite?"
"Your uncle Joel," he began to list off. "Mom - er, your grandmother - uncle Josh and aunt Sarah..."
Callie became bored as her father listed off his siblings and their spouses and stopped listening.
"Paul and Billy..." he continued, and Callie perked up a little bit. Paul had always been cool with Callie, and she liked playing pool and other random things with him. Billy was a different story.
"Anyone you want to invite?" Callie's father asked her, breaking her concentration.
Callie blinked and shook her head, tossing the empty milk carton away. "I have no friends," she said. "So... no." She didn't wait for a response from her parents. Instead, she walked up the stairs and to her bedroom where she added an extra message to her diary entry.
P.S. Billy is coming over for Thanksgiving.