Misunderstood - Rebecca K (best novels for teenagers TXT) 📗

ran after Kimmy.
"Kimmy! Kimmy wait up!"
Kimmy turend around to see Amy. The look that spread across her face was joy and happiness.
"Dude! What are you doing here?" Kimmy asked looking around. As if she was waiting to see some one who shouldn't see her and Amy together.
"Long story. My question is what the hell?!? Why are you here?!? I mean I know I wanted you to come but I only told them today that I wanted you here. Wait. Oh never mind. But I have to sort a few things out. Later after I go in for registration. Okay?"
"Yeah okay. Hey who was that kid you were sitting by? He looks kind of cute."
"His name's John- Riley! His name's Riley. He's new at school."
Amy and Kimmy walked down the hall talking. Not once did Amy bring up the diary. As much as she wanted to she knew what would happen. Kimmy would get all pissy and defensive. And then after that she wouldn't want to hang with her. She'd be hanging with Victoria and the rest of the bitches at that school.
Amy didn't really pay attention to where she was going. But once she did know she was laying on the floor holding her head.
"Oh! What the hell?!?" Amy looked up to see the boy from the lunch line standing there.
"Again?!? Seriously? What is it with me running into people and landing on the floor?!? God!"
"Well. Somebody's in a bad mood." the boy said with a smirk on his face.
"I am not in the mood. Now if you don't mind I have to get to registration." Amy replied rudely.
"Well then you're here sister. Get up and wait in line. There's only about three kids so it shouldn't take that long."
"Don't call me sister. The only person allowed to call me that is long gone by now. He left a couple hours ago. Now if you don't mind I'm not in the mood to talk."
"What ever. But I like your hair by the way."
"Shut up."
Amy stood there glaring at the back of the boy's head for about thirty minutes. Suddenly it was her turn. She walked into a little office and stood there awkwardly. The officer directed her to go stand in front of a wall and hold a little thing saying her name and it read some numbers. As she turned as was directed she started day dreaming.
'What would Kimmy be doing here? Maybe they got her for holding a run away. Or maybe she did something else.'
"Hey! KID! Move it!"
"Huh?!? What?" A warden and just yelled at her to move.
"I said move. You've got to go do some paper work. It's just putting down your signature. Now move. We have a couple more kids."
"Oh. Okay."
Amy walked towards the office directed and sat down in a metal chair. Almost instantly she was handed some papers and a pen.
"Sign all of these and then you can go to your break. After that you have therapy. And then you can go to your room."
"Okay. What ever. Hey. Can I use my break as visiting time?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just wondering." But she wasn't just wondering. She was going to interrogate Kimmy. If she had to she would get it out of her by threatening her. But she needed to know.
"Umm... One more thing. Can visitors go into a person's room?"
"Of course. But you must keep the door open at least three inches. So if necessary a warden or guard can get in quickly."
"Okay. Thank you. Here are the papers."
With that she stood and walked out of the office. Slowly she made her way to her room. On the way she grabbed Kimmy and asked her to come with her.
"So. You probably have a few questions huh? You found the diary? Right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"This was my room. It was always my room."
"Okay. So. You wanted Jake to break up with me? Why? You said I was just dragging him down. Why would- No. How could you? We've been friends since birth. Remember. We were born on the exact same day at the exact same time. Our mothers were in the same hospital. After the births our fathers brought us to meet eachother. We instantly grabbed eachoters hands and wouldn't let go.
"They had to put us in cribs next to each other. I helped you in math. Supported you through your goth period. What the hell Kimmy? I've been ther for you all your life. Every minute of every day. But suddenly you turn on me?
"And who are 'the girls'? Some people here?"
"Amy. Calm down. I know you want answers but I can't tell you. It's- I've got to go. I'm staying here for a week because of you. Harboring a run away for even just a couple of hours is apparently looked down upon. So thanks alot. And by the way I'm taking back my room. And my diary."
"No way. They put me here. I'm staying here. And since I was written about in that diary I think I have a right to know what you wrote in it. Now get out of my room. I have to go to therapy."
"Okay. What ever. Now I'm going to go and have them switch rooms. Bye."
"Bye."
Amy didn't know what to do. But she did know that she couldn't let her have that book. After she hid the book in her bag she sat on the bed. Several thoughts ran through her head at once.
'What is she going to do? Is she going to take the book? Can I keep this room? Why the fuck was she doing this? Oh. My. God. Did that seriously just go through my head? I never said or thought things that bad.' As Amelia sat there she got very depressed. After about an hour Kimmy came back.
"That's it. Give me the book. And get the hell out of my room. Now." Kimmy demanded all of this in one quick breath. Amy didn't know what to say so she decided to just sit there glaring at the wall.
"I said get out! What the hell part of that didn't you get you moron? The warden said I could have it."
Amy looked up at her. Suddenly an idea came to her head.
"I'll get out of your room and take my bag. But I hid the diary. Have fun finding it. I can tell you that it's some where in here. See ya."
Picking up her bag she tried to walk out. She was abruptly stopped by Kimmy.
"I'm not that stupid. Give me the damned book before I claw your eyes out. There's more things in there that you don't need to know. I can go get the warden."
"Please. I'm not afraid of her. Now get the hell out of my way. You wanted me to leave and that's exactly what I'm trying to do. If you won't let me then I'll just sit on the bed."
"NO! I told you to get out of my room! Now OUT!"
With that Kimmy grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her off the bed. Amy knew that if she did something she'd get in trouble. So instead of fighting back she laid on the floor and started screaming. Kimmy didn't realize what was happening until Amy was bruised and bloody and she was being carried to solitary confinement.
"You bitch! I want that book back! She stole from me! You can't read that!"
After they took her away a warden helped Amy to the infirmary.
"What the hell happened to you?" the nurse said worriedly.
"An old 'friend' of mine just beat the living freaking crap out of me. I don't have any broken bones. But here in a minute I am either going to pass out of throw up."
And Amy was right. She threw up in a trash can.
"Well. How did you know that?" the nurse asked after she bandaged Amy's head.
"I am an expert on head wounds. I was on the wrestling and boxing team at school."
The nurse got confused about what team because she said, "Those must have been some pretty tough girls. To hit you like that? Damn."
"Oh no. This wasn't girls' team. This was an all out boys' team. I was the captain of both. No body in my school ever screwed with me."
"Well why didn't you fight back? You could have avoided this," she said holding a bloody cloth in front of Amy's eyes.
"I'm not a freaking idiot. I would have gotten in trouble. Even if it was self defense."
Amy discovered something new after the next thing out of the nurse's mouth was, "Oh no Honey. We have cameras every where. If it was your word against her's we would have checked it and she would have gotten in trouble."
After that Amy explained to the warden why Kimmy attacked her.
"Well if she was irresponsible to leave it here then who ever found it it belongs to him or her."
Amy was happy to hear this. That meant Kimmy couldn't have it back and Amy was free to read when ever she wanted.
"Well thank you. I'll be going to my room since I missed therapy," Amy said happily. She didn't want to do therapy so missing it was paradise.
"Very well then. But you're going tomorrow. Unless some how you post bail. Which with your mom and dad probably won't happen."
This surprised her. She didn't know that some one could post bail for her.
"Umm... Can I make a call really quick?"
"Yes. Ten minutes. That's it."
Amy thanked the warden and quickly dialed her sister's cell.
"Hello?" she heard a confused voice ask.
"Rose? It's me Amy."
"AMY?!? What do you need? I'm kind of busy with Josh and Dave."
"Well do you know if you have money to post bail for me?"
"I don't know. Actually that's what we're talking about. How much is it? If we can afford it we were going to post bail and you're going to live with Aunt Jane."
Amy quickly asked the officer how much bail was.
"It is five hundred dollars. You have to be eighteen to post some one's bail though."
"Okay. Thanks. Rose it's five-hundred dollars. Can you bring that and Aunt Jane here? You have to be eighteen to bail some one out."
"Okay. We have six hundred bucks. We'll be by in a little bit Ams. See ya soon. Love you. Bye."
With that the sisters hung up. Amy knew that if her aunt didn't come she wouldn't be getting out of this.
A guard interrupted her line of thinking with a quick 'Ahem!'
Amy turned around to tell him that she would be leaving soon. But he obviously knew because he all ready had a pen and a ton of papers to go over.
"Well. Your stay here was very quick. Do you have some one you can stay with? Because from the looks of it you're not going back to your house any time soon."
"Yeah. My aunt is coming with my brothers and sister to bail me out. So if you don't mind I'd like my clothes. I'll be getting that diary from my room too. I'll be right back."
"Okay. Be quick though."
Amy quickly walked to her room. Only to find Kimmy in it tearing every thing apart. Amy was so shocked all she could get out was, "Kimmy!"
"What do you want you effing bitch?!? This is my room! All mine! And I want that diary!"
"The warden said technically it's mine since you left it. Now give me the bag."
"No. I'm looking through it."
Amy stood there patiently