Whatever Remains - T. Richardosn (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

I put my arms around him with regret. I didn’t want to do this. It was one slap, that was all. “I’m sorry Shane.” I said. I kissed his cheek. “But don’t get any wrong ideas.” I let go of him and began walking. “See Shane, anyone who sees me kiss you thinks of me as the older sister and you of the younger brother.”
Our neighbor walked across the street staring. “Orphelia! You do know that is illegal now don’t you!” She threw her cane in the air. “It’s been illegal for so long!” As much as I was frowning, Shane was smiling greatly, a little too greatly. I pulled him along to the bus stop where I’d always liked to part from him. I began to step away.
“Orphelia, where are you going?” he asked. This was my number one way of staying away from Amanda’s scowls to me. “I missed breakfast,” I said as I began to run off.
“Can I come with you!?” he yelled.
“No!”
The bus came along the corner and stopped near Shane who went on watching me and went next to Bradley on the bus. I’d probably want Bradley now, he cut his hair down and everything but something was wrong, the way he acted was not appealing to me. There always had to be something wrong.

I passed a café with the smell rolling out of the doors and windows. I didn’t really want breakfast though; I wasn’t in the mood even if the smell was great.

The school wasn’t open yet. Just running to school was faster than riding the bus. The bus went all these ways and another just to pick up students and it caused much more time and less arriving. The doors were open. I went into the principal’s office where I sat down. He sat there looking at me the way he did before.
“Wanna talk Orphelia?” he asked. I shook my head. Why would I want to talk?
“I’m just waiting for school to begin. We can talk at our usual time as always, twelve o’clock.” I came to a realization. I forgot Glytherin admitted it was him. He was being all nice to me on Saturday that I could hardly remember. It’s not how someone who is angry with you would act.
“Yeah,” the principal said. “I just want to talk this morning, obviously, you know the person who really did it and we observed it was an accident, but we can’t have people carrying poison to parties. Matthew was so much older than a lot of people, most of you are only fifteen and all.” Sixteen. “But I can’t have this happening, not even pouring drinks in other people’s faces, it’s not good behavior.” I nodded still staring out of the door waiting for the bell to ring.
Nothing happened.
“I know it’s not good behavior, I just---he didn’t have good behavior on his own either. He liked to make fun of other people, at the dance, I was called up to dance with someone, but he called and it ended up only being a joke, by him.

I left the dance and I was extremely mad at him. It’s not like I poured the drink for no reason at all. I think that well before, you should’ve talked to him about his own behavior, and I’m glad he at least got a taste of his own medicine.” I immediately regretted saying that. “I didn’t mean the poison!” I yelled.
The bell finally rang. I looked at the principal now who let me go. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That you had to go through this.” The kids began going out in the hall.
“Thank you,” I murmured not feeling it. I went out and through the double doors came out Amanda, walking by herself. I walked passed her and then I turned around pulling her by her shoulder.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked. She turned to look at me. She looked like she’d been crying. I didn’t ask her what happened though. I knew she wouldn’t want me in her business.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said. “I acted the way I did because I was desperate, that’s correct. I don’t know why I’d damage my friend just by listing things wrong about you trying to convince him, but now he’s gone, both of you are gone, out of ballet, practically out of my life. I thought me and Glytherin would be an excellent couple, but you don’t know how much he hates me! He tells me to stay away from him, no guy has ever told me that when I’m being a flirt! They play along with it! He walked away! I was wearing make-up and everything and he walked away!” She fell into my shoulder and sobbed. “That happened just this morning and he walked away! He hates me!” I shook my head not hugging her back. I leaned her away from me.
“Just because I ask if there is something wrong, I don’t need an explanation; it is a yes or no question.”
She backed away. “Why are you being like this!?” she yelled. The hallway kind of silenced. “You’re treating me like Kelly! I’m better than her! I just want Glytherin! That’s all I’m telling you and you’re acting like it doesn’t matter to you! It mattered to you when we were in ballet.”
“Could I talk then?” I asked. “Could you hear my thoughts or something cause I don’t recall ever caring about whether you wanted Glytherin or not, and I don’t care now, because you are being like Kelly. You’re probably somewhat in it for what he has, I’m not telling you to give up, and I’m not telling you to go on, why? Because I don’t care!”
Kelly started over to me now. “What am I like?” she asked. “I’m the best person you’ll ever meet.” I tried to get out of the argument by walking away but Kelly pulled me back. She swung a bejeweled fist at my face.
It hit my cheek. Automatically, I felt a bruise there. I touched my face. She flung another arm but someone held it back. I stared around me. There stood Glytherin, and as before, he'd been there. He wasn’t exactly wearing school uniform but a jacket of his own over it. He swung her arm down.
“Cat fight!” he yelled. I looked at him stupidly; just standing there wondering what had stepped into his mind. “What the hell are you doing Kelly?” he asked.
Kelly swallowed and looked at him intensely. Kelly looked down at her fist. I felt my cheek again. One brush against it with my finger, and I felt stings. The hallway was still watching. “That could’ve turned out to be something more than what it began to be. What offended you? Knowing that people thought you were a brat or that now you’re an evil cartoon characters to others?”
She shot him eyes and stood carefully trying not to run away. “Glytherin, you have no business being in our little conversation.” Kelly said.
“Conversation?” he asked. “I gotta say, some of it was about me and you, I think I’m a piece of it.” Kelly had blush washing over her. She reached up to the back of Glytherin’s neck and pulled her lips to his. He pushed her away instantly wiping his lips as theirs had pulled away.
“What was that!?” he yelled. Amanda had a whole smile from ear to ear. Glytherin was furious.
Amanda’s smile faded. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like that.” She said. “You have to like it, I’m beautiful, I’m everything compared to everyone, but Keely, I’m like a diamond while the rest are garbage.”
“There you go again Amanda!” I told her coming back into my conversation. “You did it again, not every one has to be pretty to get a guy. Bradley didn’t pick you, Cory didn’t pick you, and you were left with Jose, someone who didn’t even want you.”
“You have to be pretty to keep them from leaving though don’t you?” she asked.
Why was she doing this? Why was she so obsessed with this beauty thing? Was I really that ugly to her? Was I really that much of a piece of garbage to everyone based on how other people look? I breathed deeply. “Maybe your right, maybe that’s why your parents aren’t married.”
“Are you calling my parents ugly?” she asked. “Look at you! You have the rattiest look to you sometimes. You don’t wear anything to make yourself different, you don’t wear any blush, you never smile,” everyone focused on my face, “you couldn’t talk for a lot of your life, you cry a lot, you have short hair,” but my hair reached the middle of back and even had a bit of a curly to it, “whenever you wake up in the morning, you look drunk! You, I could call, are the rudest, yet far the ugliest person I’ve ever met and ever will meet. Remember this when you’re ninety two and you remember how I got married and I still will be. That’s all I care about, the future, you’re living too much in the past! Good thing your mother’s dead also, who would want to see their daughter grow up like this? If my daughter had a personality like yours or was as ugly as you are, I’d kill her, and I’d meet another man quickly so mine would look so much more attractive, I don’t think anyone would want something like you.”
My eyes began to water. I was ready to say something else but the halls were completely silent now. I’d say, that’s a lot of words out of a girl like you!

Or I know you are but what am I?

I stood there looking at her. I didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. “As I said,” she began, “you cry too much.”

I moved away from the empty hall and ran up stairs. I heard people begin to yell and even the principal’s voice. If only he’d done something earlier. I was drowned by silence once I made it up to the stairwell. I sat in a corner and that’s where I began to cry. I hid myself into my knees and over thought everything she said. What she said was extremely harsh to me. But what if it was true? Would people really kill their daughters if they looked like me?
I felt like another round of tears was going to fall. Before they did, the door to the stairwell opened. Glytherin ran up and went on his knees beside me. “Leave me alone,” I said in a whisper. He tried to shush me now. “I don’t want anyone to talk to me now that I know how everyone