Special Treatment by Anna Garcia (warren buffett book recommendations .TXT) 📕

I felt a pang in my chest. Okay that was the last straw. I glared up at Kevin Johnson, probably the most popular guy in my entire school. “Can’t perform?” I said nodding my head and laughing slightly as I gritted my teeth together. He looked around the auditorium filled with about twenty people; Twenty people who I was currently supposed to be directing. “You heard me; we all know you got this job as ‘director’ by messing around with Mr. Caleb.” I took a deep breath. “Do you really think this?” I looked around at the twenty faces that slowly turned and looked away from me. I bit my lip. Director was a spot many students in my school drama association craved for. I had happened to be lucky enough to EARN it. NOT by sleeping around with my music teacher, but by… I’ll show them how I earned it. “Hand me that mic.” I pointed towards a black microphone on the stage. A freshman slowly got it then gave it to me hesitantly. I angrily took it from him. I took the remote that was attached to my waist by a small belt that I had created in order to hold all my director stuff on it. I pressed a button on the remote that controlled the speakers and ‘Don’t Rain on My Parade’ began to play. I executed every note perfectly, and even performed a dance that went along with it. (Author’s note; I’ve always imagined that this would be like glee’s cover) I jumped off the stage and flung the microphone at Kevin. I could feel my rage building. “First of all,” I began “Don’t you EVER say that I can’t perform. Secondly,” I pointed at Kevin, “I can’t believe that any of you would think that Mr. Caleb would have sex with a student. I can’t believe you would think that I would actually do that. By the way, me,” I pointed to myself, “equals, virgin.” Twenty faces looked at me shocked. I shook my head. “Didn’t see that one coming did you?” I laughed bitterly. I felt tears trickling down my eyes, “you know what?” Again all of them starred at me. “I have always been ‘well-off’ and maybe slightly pretty, so of course I have been talked about because of it, and not in the good way, but this, this is going too far. Mr. Caleb is probably the only person that has ever treated me like an actual person, not some idiot. Do you know how sad that is? To only have one person in your entire life, treat you like a human being.” A bunch of guilty faces looked back at me. “I bet none of you ever even considered doing things my way.” All of them had continuously thrown out my ideas, and never let me have a chance. “Can’t you just try to perform the song my way? Just once? You know instead of purposely doing the exact opposite of what I say.” I started to cry harder. I let out a deep breath. Man... I really needed to say that. I looked back up at my classmates. All of them stayed silent. I couldn’t bare it, so what did I do? I ran. Fast. Once I made it out of the school, I jumped into the car and pressed my face against the steering wheel. I stared at my reflection for about ten minutes in my mirror. I don’t get it. Why would they think that I would do that? All I saw was a girl with light blonde curls, blue eyes, and a long oval face. Nothing special. I started the car and drove out of the parking lot and just started driving. To where? I’m not sure I just kept on driving until I hit a small park. I got out of the car and looked around I finally chose a small spot of grass under a tree and sat here staring at the sky. I leaned against the tree and starting humming an old lullaby my mom used to sing to me. I really do miss her. She died a few years ago, and then my dad went through some sort of crisis and got married again to the wicked witch. I swear to god my step-mother is planning to kill me. Well at least when she does kill me she’ll go to jail and my dad will finally see what a freaking little bitch she is. I swear she has a on and off button of niceness, it’s scary. I sighed. Slowly I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew I awoke to the sound of Punk pop, and was sitting in Kevin’s car: LEANING AGAINST HIM. “AHHH!’ I literally jumped into the window. Ouch that’s goanna hurt tomorrow. I rubbed my head. “W-What am I doing here?” I asked him. He kept a straight gaze on the road, “I’m driving you home.” He said simply. “Okay, yeah that’s dandy and all, but for the mother of god, WHY?” I said seriously confused by the situation. As far as I’m concerned Kevin completely hates me. Although the feeling is not mutual, I’ve had a major crush on the jerk for years, but he never seems to get it so I’m given up and dating him and secretly like him from … afar? That sounds very sad. D: Still this is an awkward situation. He said nothing. “Umm, I live on 1456 Quail Hollow street.” I said pointing in that general direction. He turned the car around and started driving there. I’m not sure how but he knew the route to my house perfectly. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. And this is why I have a crush on him, even though he’s a huge jerk, sometimes he’s kind and that doesn’t let me give up on him. I looked down, and got out of the car. I walked to my front door and he followed close behind. “You don’t have to follow me.” I whispered. He ignored me. I didn’t have my key, because my car is at the car is at the park…Crap. “Do you happen to know the name of the park I was at?” he looked at me. “My sister is driving it over here as we speak.” Uhh… eerie that he knew what I was thinking. I nodded and prayed to God that my father answered the door and not Melissa (Step-Mother). I rang the doorbell; a small figure opened the door. Damn it today is not my day. I faked a smile. “Hello.” I said I walked in fast and said. “Well bye” and tried to close the door, but a foot stopped it. DAMN IT. Melissa took in the full view of Kevin. A grin grew on her face. “Hello, how do you do?’ she said with a giggle. Kevin looked at me and back trying to make sure that my step mom was actually hitting on him. I put my hand to my face and sighed. “Melissa, Kevin, Kevin, Melissa.” I give in; I can’t win today, might as well go with the flow. “You two have a lot in common.” As to hating me. But I won’t say that out loud. “Christie, how many time have I told you not to call me that.” … Never, in fact I thought you liked that I didn’t call you mother. Whatever, trying to impress him huh? I would tell dad, in fact this has happened before, but he won’t believe me, just like he didn’t then. I sighed. “Kevin thanks for bringing me home.” Although I kind of wish you didn’t. “No problem.” He said still in a state of shock. “Kevin?” Melissa asked. “Yeah?” he said. “Exactly how old are you?” “Umm…eighteen. Why?” She smiled and rested her hand on his shoulder pulling him a bit closer. “Really?” Well at least I know that she isn’t a pedophile. He slowly nodded. Great. I started to slowly walk up the stairs to my room. I really didn’t want to watch my life long crush, and my step mom get it on, I think I would puke and die at some point. I was at the top of the staircase when I heard Kevin call my name. I looked back shocked. “Christina can I go with you?” I think both me and Melissa were in shock. “Uhhh…You sure?” I asked him. He nodded. “Okay… I guess...” He literally ran up the stairs. Damn it, there’s that hope again.

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Publication Date: 02-19-2012

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Dedication:
i was lazy and didn't cut it into paragraphs, so BOOM one long paragraph :D