Enchanted
The rest of the school day was very hot and went slow.I always
had to wear long sleeve shirts to hide the bruises and
scars. i was looking foward to meeting Jerrod and finding
out why he left that in my locker. Like why would a popular 8th
grader want to talk to me? i was so... average.
Literature, my last class, finally came and went. I left class as
soon as i could so i could go to the gym. I packed all my books
and slammed my locker so i could get there quicker.
"Miss Isabella, need to be somewhere quick?" It was
Mrs. Samara my Social Studies teacher.
"Yeah actually.." i said. She was one of my least
favorite teacher. constantly in everyones business.
"Slam your locker shut one more time and its a
detention." she told me in rude voice.
"kay, sorry." i rolled my eyes. GO AWAY! i thought. She
slowly walked away and i was off to the gym.
After 5 minutes of fast walking i finally got there. It was all
the way on the other side of the school so it took longer. i went
in the gym. No one.. No one was there. i checked the clock, 3:09.
It was a little early and most eighth graders got dismissed late
so i decided to wait.
It seemed like forever but about ten minutes later, Jerrod walked
in. He walked up to me. I never realised how pretty his beautiful
blue eyes were and how his brown hair flipped perfectly out of
his face, but i still didn't like him. i didnt like many
people though.
"Hello Bella." He said. He had a pretty deep voice but
a soothing one.
"Its Isabella.. but hi Jerrod." I said. "What do
you want?"
"Sorry, no need to be rude." He said and stepped in
closer to me. He looked me straight in the eyes. "I know
you."
"No really, you just put a note in my locker and.." I
was saying when he cut me off.
"You know what? You're a real brat. But im still going
to help you because like i was saying i know you." He
stepped in closer to me and pulled the sleeve up on my shirt. He
looked down at the bruises and looked up at me. i quickly pulled
my sleeve down and stepped back. "Come with me. Theres
somewhere i wanna show you."
"No!?" I yelled back him. "You are the brat!
Why would you do that. im not going any where with you." i
started to walk to the door and he ran after me.
"Bella, er, Isabella, don't do this. im sorry, but guess
what? you know me too!" He took off his sweatshirt. His arms
were beaten and when he pulled off his sweatshirt i could see
bruises on his stomach too.
My stomach turned. I didn't really know what to say. "im
so sorry jerrod." I shook my head.
He looked back at me and said "Please, come with
me."
"Okay.." i said. I trusted that Jerrod wouldn't
take me anywhere bad and besides, it would be better than going
home. And so we walked out that door and walked and walked and
talked until we got there.