The rest of the weekend went by, and I dread going back to school. I don't really want to deal with the pity looks from people who knew that Jacy and I were close. I'm done with pity. I'm just...done.

And, my alarm wasn't so pitiful. It blares loudly, and I shoot up quickly, which makes me fall off the bed. I hit the floor, groaning. The alarm continues to go off, and Scooter looks at me with an evil eye.

"I'm so sorry my alarm disturbed your slumber," I tell him sarcastically. He continues to look at me. I roll my eyes and slap the alarm. The thing finally shuts up, and I yawn loudly.

Standing to my feet, I put my duvet back onto my bed-messily I may add. I scratch the back of my head and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and strip. I shiver against the cold air and do a little dance to keep myself warm.

I take my shower, dry my hair, brush my teeth, and put on make-up in under thirty minutes. Sweetness. I put on black leggings with crosses on them, a black off-the-shoulder batwing top with a cross on it, and my black Toms. I know I'm wearing black, but I'm still mourning. I throw my hair into a messy bun, grab my bag, and walk out of my bedroom.

Walking into the kitchen, Mom sits at the table, drinking coffee and reading a magazine. I set my bag onto the table and walk over to the stove, where waffles are calling my name.

"Good morning," Mom greets, sipping on her coffee. "Sleep well?"

I stack my plate with four waffles and cover them in sugar powder and chocolate syrup, yum. "Morning, and actually, yeah, I did. Well, until my stupid alarm went off," I reply, walking over to the table.

I sit down and start eating. Mom eyes my food over her magazine. She shakes her head, and I grin at her with a mouthful of food.

"Eat with your mouth closed, piggy," she scolds, bopping me on the head with her magazine. I chuckle and continue eating.

Mom puts her coffee mug into the sink and looks back at me. "I have to stay late tonight at the bakery. The Letterford's have a wedding coming up and want me to make a cake and some other pastries."

I swallow my last waffle. "Want me to come by and help?" I ask, standing and putting my plate into the cluttered sink. 

Mom shakes her head. "No. You're behind on school work." She pats my cheek and walks into the living room.

I grab my bag and my jacket, while walking towards the front door. "Well, I'll see ya later," I say, waving. Mom waves, then goes back to reading her magazine.

I walk out the door, hop into my car, and drive to school. When I get to school, I park and get out. Already, students are staring at me. I sling my bag over my shoulder and start walking up the school steps.

"Don't worry about them, Callie. You got this." I assure myself.

I walk through the school doors, and more stares come my way. Through the jungle of students, their faces are either: pitying, accusing, and...knowing. I slouch my shoulders and walk to my locker. Briskly opening up my locker, notes and cards scatter around my feet. Bending down, I see that each of these cards are sending apologizes.

Tears build up behind my eyes, and I sprint to the bathroom.

Some girls come in behind me and pull me into a group hug. They murmur their apologises, and they offer if I ever need anyone, to come to them. We stay there until the bell rings. The girls tell me goodbye and leave. I look at myself in the mirror and scowl.

My darn make-up ran. I walk up to the paper towel holder, rip a paper towel off, and start to fix my make-up.

As I'm doing so, the door opens, and I see Jenny walk in. Her long, dark, brown hair is curled, and she wears a tight dress with stockings. Her black pumps click on the tile floor as she stands next to me, checking herself out.

"I know your secret," she says, rolling her lips and fluffing her hair.

I look at her through the mirror, then go back to fixing myself. "Do you now?"

She turns towards me, crossing her arms and flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah. You are an attention seeker. Hurting yourself, finding dead bodies, and being such a cry-baby over it. Get over yourself Callie. Because of you and your stupid actions, that skank Jacy is dead. What a relief."

She barely says the last sentence, before my fist comes around and punches her right in the nose. Blood spurts, and Jenny stumbles backwards. Rage boils through my blood as I shove her up against the wall.

"Don't you DARE call my bestfriend a skank! Jacy is the most innocent person I know, but it's hookers like you, who make kids kill theirselves! I am over myself Jenny, really I am. I've been through a lot lately, and of course, I'm going to cry about it! YOU need to get overself! Just because you have money to your name, doesn't mean you have loyalty to your name! People care about me. People want to help me. The only reason someone helps you is because you throw them a wad of cash."

I let go of her now wrinkled dress and take a step back. Frustrated tears pour down my face, and I don't even bother with them. Jenny looks down at her dress, touches her nose, and glares a pure hatred glare at me.

"You scum! This is going to cost you!" she screeches. She lunges at me, and her manicured hand slaps my face.

I move out of the way, not really bothered by the action. Jenny breathes heavily and takes off her shoes. She throws one at me, and I easily dodge. She throws the other one at me, and it hits my eye. She makes a sound of victory, and I don't let her have it.

I tackle her on the floor, straddling her. She struggles under me, kicking and thrashing.

"Get off of me, you fat cow!" she demands. I punch her once more and get up.

"Let this be a lesson," I warn darkly. "Call my bestfriend something like that again, it'll be much worse."

With that, I walk out of the bathroom, knowing I won.

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Pst! Picture of Callie is in the external link! :D