My one and only love by Ravon Carter (always you kirsty moseley .txt) 📕

As i'm doing my homework I hear arguing downstairs. I groan. "Will they ever shut up?" I ask myself, "Samantha! Get your ass down here and finish these dishes!" Bob , my foster dad orders. "Just a sec" I yell back and I turn back to the division problem i've been stuck on for the past 35 minutes. "Right now!" He shouts. "Hold on!" I snap. Downstairs I hear a loud smack. My foster mom Belle cries out "She thinks she can talk to me anyway she damn wants! You haven't taught her right!" He yells at her. "I'm sorry" I hear her say. ''Now tell her to bring her ass down here now before I drag her out" He orders. Her voice breaking she calls out "Samantha could .. you please come down" I let out a big sigh as I get up and I walk downstairs. Bob towers over me " Haven't we taught you to listen?" "I dont know , I cant seem to remember" I shoot back matching my glare with his. These past years i've been learning to fight back .. but it doesn't usually work. His fist shoots out , sending me flying across the couch. I stand up. "Now clean up them goddamn dishes! And dont be thinking your sleeping in that room tonight because you aint , you get the basement and no blanket either" I shrug my shoulders. Before I know it a slap stings my face "No dinner or breakfast either" He spits. I shrug my shoulders once again. He reaches out to slap me again but Belle jumps in the way. "Now dear , its a little early for that" She sends me a look , elling me to hurry up and wash the dishes. I scurry over to the sink before he can reach out and grab me and I begin washing the dishes as I always do.

''Samantha?" Belle calls out. I dont answer but I know she can hear my teeth chattering. Belle walks down the basement stairs , a candle in hand. "Leave me be" I say. She ignores me and sits down , pulling my head into her lap. I flinch. "Does it still hurt?" She asks refering to my cheek. I nod. "I'm sorry" she apologizes. I pull myself from under her hand "Why keep apologizing id it just keeps happening?" She doesn't answer. "Thats what I thought" I snap. She lets out a sigh and stands up. "I'm truly sorry" She whispers before getting up , taking her candle with her and walks up the stairs leaving me behind to suffer.

Someone grabs me. I get ready to let out a scream but the hand covers my mouth. "Dont you dare" Bob warns. I decide not to scream. "Well then risen' shine , hurry up and get dressed so you can take your ass to school" I glare at him. "Dont you have something better to do other than tying to torture the hell outta me?" I ask , trying to keep my voice nice and sweet but I know her heard the snarl. "Dont you have something better to do than use your mouth?" He snaps. "Then why'd you teach me to use it?" I shoot back , satisfied with my choice of words. He suddenly grabs my long , blonde hair and he yanks my head back. I cry out in pain. I smirk at him. He reaches out to twist my arm but I yank my hand back. He chuckles like this is the funniest thing in the world. This man really thinks im playin'. I step on his foot. Hard. I thrust my elbow back , elbowing him in the stomach. He lets go and doubles over. I scramble away from him. "Your one lucky bitch , you better get youass to school before I kill you" He tells me. Bobs a big man of 6'2' and he definatly weighs alot. He has black hair and scary green eyes that has that crazy look in him. I race up the stairs because I truly believe that he could kill me. I stumble up every step. I quickly run up the other set of stairs that lead to my room . I run into my room and I close my door , locking it too. I'm out of breathe. "Samantha hurry up!" Belle yells. She is my ride to school so I cant miss that chance. I dig through a pile of clothes that i've already worn. I pull out a gray t-shirt with a huge coffee stain , in which Bod had threw a pot of coffee at me last week. I pull it on over my bleached tank top. I quickly pull out a pair of black skinny jeans with a spaghetti stain and a kool-aid stain .. dont ask. I throw those on and I rush to look for my comb or my brush , anything really. I look under my bed , in my drawer (although I already know its empty) and under my dirty , stained carpet. "Man where'd it go?" I ask myself. I look in my empty bathroom. A shower with no curtain and a broken mirror. "Found ya" I pull out my brush from the toilet , not caring if its wet I try to run it through my hair. I struggle with a huge knot. I yank harder and the brush snaps in half "Damnit!" I yell in frustration. Belle honks the horn from her car. " Coming!" I yell back. I toss the brush on the ground , avoiding going past Bob I climb out my windown and I slide down a medal pipe. Slightly hurting myself in the process. "Dont do that again" Belle says as I get into the passenger side of her car. I roll my eyes "Whatever"

"Try to have a good day at school" Belle tells me as she pulls up to the front of the high school. "I'm not your daughter so stop trying to act like your my mother" I say instead of giving her a sweet smile she wishes i'd giver her. "I try ok .. well actually-" I put my hand up to stop her from continuing. "I dont care about what you have to say" I grab my bag from the backseat. I dont known why but I always leave it in here. "Dont get caught" I say. She stares at me blankly. I smirk at her. "I dont..I dont know what you mean" She stutters. I dont reply. I roll down my window , and I open the door from the outside. The door screeching loudly as I open it. The car isn't exactly perfect .. well what can you expect? I hop out "Nos vemos más tarde que el engaño zorra, vas a sacarnos tanto en problemas" I tell her as I turn and I start walking torwards the entrance. (See you later you cheating bitch , your gonna get us both in trouble). Belle pulls off with a questioning look on her face. I guess spanish class paid off. "Look who came to school" Ashley one of the PGSs (popular girls) steps infront of me. All her friends stand around waiting for something dramatic to happen. " If you dont mind class is about to start and I need to get to my locker" I explain. She flips her hair over her shouldet and pops her gum. "What is someone like you doing at my school?" She snaps. I laugh "If it were your school I wouldnt be here" A few of her friends laugh. In instinct of being embarrassed she throws out her hand to slap me but I grab her arm and I twist it behind her back. "Oh , shit" Someone says. Ashley screams " Get off me you freak! You'll give me a disease!" I let go. "Oops it was instinct" I flip my hair over my shoulder , mimicking her and I walk away hearing laughter behind me "That bitch sure told you" someone comments . They continue to laugh.

I make my way inside the building. I sigh. "Could this day get any worse?" "Loser!" A boy yells and then he throws a yogurt at me. I wipe some of the yogurt off my face , while some of the yogurt had made a stain on my already stained shirt. Everyone points and laughs at me. I shrug my shoulders and I continue to walk down the hall. Then everyone starts throwing rolled up balls of paper at me. I stop walking. They keep throwing paper at me. "What the hell do you want from me?!" I scream. Everyone goes silent but the throwing of paper continues. I cant stand it any longer. I grab the nearest persons water bottle and I walk over to the boy who had thrown yogurt at me. "You tested me way to damn far!" I spray the water all over his designer clothes , not caring if the water got into his brand new designer watch. To top it off I spit on his brand new shoes , which still has the tag on them. "Your so damn lucky that wasn't kool-aid or milk .. or maybe even coffee , now I dare you to throw more yogurt at me" I glare at him. His mouth hangs open. "Ms Punish , step into my office" The principal says. I groan. My name is pronounced (Pue-nish) but my classmates love to call me Ms Punish. Now do you see what I go through everyday? I follow him into his office and he closes the door. "Take a seat" "I'm good" I reply. "I'm not asking you i'm telling you" I let out a big dramatic sigh as I plop down into one of his hard gray chairs. He sits across from me. He clears his throat "Now we're going to have this conversation once more" I sit back because I know i'm going to be in here forever.

When I leave his office its lunch time , literally lunch time. He had went over a 1,000 rules in the rulebook that I had already broken and my punishment is going to detention for a whole month and saturday school for two months! What kinda bullshit is that? I walk into the cafeteria , already hearing arguments about whos sitting where or arguments over which one of them has the most expensive boots or lip gloss. I roll my eyes. Theres the Jocks table , Cheerleaders , Nerds , mentily ill , and so on. Guess which categorie I fall into. None , Nada , rien. I dont have any friends so I usually sit near the kitchen with the lunch ladies. Even the geeks dont talk to me because I "attract" too much attention to myself. But they just dont understand ... I sit next to Barbara , the one who serves dessert. She glances at me "Tough day?" "Everyday" I reply. Barbara leans back "Tell me about it" "Whats the special today?" I ask. She smiles "We made it just for you" She pulls out a paper bag and pulls out the following: A ham and cheddar sandwich , pomegranate seeds , root beer , and a slice of red velvet cake. "Yum!" I smile. "You should smile often , with those pretty light brown eyes and that smile" She shakes her head "All the guys should be after you" The lunch lady who serves the meatloaf and so on , who everyone thinks is mean walks over. "I agree with her" She kisses me on the forehead. They're the closest to a mom that i'll ever have. I smile again. "There