Thread: Beautifully Broken

Dear Whoever,
For those of you who will read this, thank you for your time. Back to me. For any of this to make sense, let me start from the very beginning. I’ve had a rare and deadly disease ever since I was five. It’s never been that bad until last week. The disease makes it hard for me to do normal things. Other kids at the age of ten could play sports. I was allowed to sit on the bleachers and cheer them on. Now, I’m not even allowed to do that. Last week, I had been walking home when I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The doctor came in and told me that my disease had spread. I asked him not to tell me though because I’d rather not know. Anyways, he also told me that I only had a year to live. Isn’t that wonderful? All of you bloggers reading this should also know this, none of my friends know about my disease. I don’t want people to be my friends just because I have some disease. I’m old enough to take care of myself thank you. My advice to you: Back off. To end this, I’ll tell you a little bit about my family. My mom died when I was seven in a car wreck. They said she died instantly. I live with my dad and little brother.

Sincerely,
Beautifully Broken

Closing my computer, I pushed it away from me and walked over to my closet. That was my first blog and I was a little nervous about posting it. I didn’t say my name because people don’t need to know it’s me. My name is not important. Maybe in a later blog I’ll post my real name but until then, I’ll sign it Beautifully Broken.
“Scarlett, time for school,” Gage, my six year old brother, called from the bottom of the stairs.
“I’ll be right down.”
Scooping my books up, I flung my book bag over my shoulder and ran down the stairs.
“Thanks little man. I’ll see you when I get home.”
“Be careful.”
“I will.” Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and ran out the door. He won’t start school till next year.
I lived a block from the school and loved the walk because that was the closest I could get to exercise. Once at school, I walk over to my locker and throw my books inside. Placing my lunchbox on one of the hooks, I grab my Algebra ll Honors book. I was in tenth grade and had doubled up on my math.
“Hey Scarlett,” someone said from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw my friend Tasha standing behind me.
“Hey Tash.”
“Did you do your Algebra homework? I heard that he was giving out detentions today to anyone who didn’t do it.”
“Sh!t. No I didn’t do it. I forgot about it.”
“Maybe you’ll have time to do it before the…” before she could finish, the bell rang signaling the start of school. “Or not. Maybe he’ll give you a warning since it’s your first time not having your homework.”
“I doubt it. You know how he is.”
“One can always hope.”
“Why get my hopes up?”


“Miss Jones, do you have your homework?” Mr. Parks asked standing in front of my desk.
Staring at my hands, I refused to look up at him. “No.”
I heard him scribble something onto a paper then watched as a green slip of paper landed on my desk. At the top in big bold letter was written Detention. Mr. Parks continued on past my desk to the person behind me. Glancing up, I caught Tasha’s eyes. She shrugged and mouth sorry to me. I rolled my eyes and crumbled the paper up and threw it into my purse.
Mr. Parks finally made his way to the front of the room and wrote the list of names on the board. In all, there where fifteen names. Glancing over it, I scoffed when I came across Justin Bieber’s name. For those of you who are wondering, I’m not a Bieber fan. I like his music, just not him. He is full of himself and expects everyone to like him.

“Bye Tasha. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye. Have fun in detention.”
“Don’t remind me. I’d rather you kill me. Bieber’s going to be there.”
“As in the Justin Bieber? Maybe I should’ve gotten detention.”
Tasha is a huge Justin fan. She has posters of him all over her room, has all of his cd’s, and follow’s him ion twitter. She’s dreaming of the day when he’ll follow her back.
Waving a final goodbye, I started towards Mr. Parks room. Once I was in front of his door, I paused and took a deep breathe. Once inside his room, I found his room was full. The only empty seat was in the back of the room in the corner beside Justin.
“Scarlett, erase your name off the board and start your homework you missed.”
Grabbing the eraser, I wiped my name off the board and over to the desk beside Justin. Once there, I set my bags down beside my desk and took a seat. Grabbing my binder, I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and my math book. Flipping it open to the correct page, I started working on the first problem when a folded up piece of paper landed on my desk. Looking around the room to see who had sent it, I unfolded it and scanned over it.
Wow. Miss Goodie Goodie got detention.

Looking up, I looked at every person in the room, trying to figure who would send me a note.
“Pst shawty. It was me.”
“Looking over, I saw Justin smirking over at me.
“Mr. Bieber. This is detention, not social hour. Finish your homework.”
Rolling my eyes, I pushed the note to the side and continued working on the problem. In the middle of the second problem, another piece of paper landed on my desk. Looking over at Justin, he pointed to the note with his head.
Unfolding it, I read what was scrawled over it.
After detention, wanna stop at the diner and get something to eat?
Glancing over at him, I quickly scribbled a ‘No’ on the note and slipped it onto his desk. He quickly unfolded it and was scribbling something onto it. He made sure Mr. Parks wasn’t looking before passing it back.
Why not?
I glanced over at him before glancing up at Mr. Parks and scribbling my reply.
Because I’m busy.
I threw the paper onto his desk and finally finished problem two. Right as I was finishing problem four, the note was thrown back onto my desk.
With what?
Just as I was about to reply, Mr. Parks stood up from his desk. “Okay. Detention is over. You may all leave.”
Everyone jumped out of their seats, rushing for the door. I threw my books into my bag before throwing it over my shoulder and standing up. After exiting the classroom, I started towards the end of the halls.
“Wait up!” Justin called from behind me. Stopping, I waited till Justin was beside me before continuing down the hall. “So, are you going to give me an answer?”
“To what?”
“What you’re busy with?”
“I’m busy with life.”
“Come on. It won’t take that long. We can get it to go if you want.”
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, trying to read his expression. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to mess with me or if he really wanted to stop somewhere to eat.
“Fine but only if we get it to go.”
“Deal. I’ll drive.”
He grabbed my hand and started running towards the door. Pushing them open, he led me over to his car.
“What’s the rush?”
“I don’t know. Just really want to get out of this school.”
He opened the door for me and I gladly got in. Putting my seat belt on I sat back and watched as Justin slipped into the car and put the key into the ignition and revving the engine.
“Have you ever been to Dana’s Diner?”
“I don’t believe I have.”
“You’ve missed out. Their food is amazing.”
He sped out of the parking it and down the road, opposite from my house. Before I knew it, we were in front of the diner and Justin had already parked the car.
“You coming?” he called out. He had already gotten out of the car and was standing in front of the car.
Quickly opening the door, I stepped out and followed him inside.
“Welcome to Dana’s diner. What can I help you with?”
“We’d like to place a to go order. I’d like the burger plate and she’d like the…”
“I’ll have the same as him.”
“Okay. Your order will be right up.”
I leaned back against the wall, watching as the lady disappeared into the back of the restraint.
“You live close to here?”
“I actually live the opposite way. If you’re walking from school, I live a block away.”
“What neighborhood do you live in?”
“Maple Street Way.”
“I live in that neighborhood too.”
“Maybe we’re neighbors.”
“Maybe.”
The lady reappeared a few minutes later with our food in her hands. Handing them over to me, Justin paid for the food then we exited the restaurant. Getting back into his car, we made our way back towards the school.
After passing the school and pulling into our neighborhood, Justin drove down the road at a slower pace, waiting for me to give him directions.
“My house is the tenth house down.”
“Just tell me when I’m close.”
He drove a little further and I finally signaled for him to stop.
“This is your house?”
“Yep,” I said, popping the p.
“We are indeed neighbors.”
“Well then, I’ll see you around I guess.”
“Sure. See you tomorrow.” Gathering my things, I was just opening the door and stepping out when I felt his hand grab my arm. “Would you like a ride to school tomorrow?”
“No thanks. I like walking.”
Climbing out of the car, I didn’t give him a chance to reply before closing the door and walking towards my house. Once inside, I threw my bags down and ran upstairs to my room with my container of food. Sitting back onto my bed, I eagerly started eating my burger while watching my favorite TV show: Beauty and the Beast.
Once I was finally finished, I went downstairs to take my medicine that was supposed to help me with my disease.
“Anna honey, you have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow before school.”
“Okay dad. Does that mean you want me to go to bed early?”
“Yes dear. Finish your homework then get ready for bed.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Taking my medicine, I walked into the sitting room and grabbed my book bag and made my way back upstairs to my room. Throwing it down onto my bed, I fell back onto my bed and stared up at my ceiling. Closing my eyes, I felt myself not wanting to open them and to just go to sleep. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes again and pulled my books out of my bag. Finishing the rest of Mr. Parks homework, I pushed his books to the side and fell back onto my pillows. Glancing out my window, I saw Justin peeking out of his window. He noticed me and waved. I waved back then pulled my blankets over me and turned to where I was facing the wall.
I was going to find it hard to fall asleep tonight knowing Justin Bieber was my neighbor.