The two girls walked out of the run-down four story apartment complex, and into the bitter Autumn weather. Their breaths could be seen as clouds in the air as they walked down along the vacant street.
A gust of wind hit them face-on, causing a shiver to run down both girls’ spines. Wrenn pulled her leather jacket over her chest. She was glad that she decided to take it with her, as it mostly protected her from the cold.
“So, how far can ya go with that thing on?” The redhead questioned, referring to the tracker wrapped around Wrenn’s ankle.
Wrenn stared down at her ankle that was bearing the tracker, which was covered by her jeans, and shrugged. “’Bout a few miles… Can’t go outside city limits.”
“Shitty deal!” The redhead started, shaking her head “All tha good parties are outta town.”
With a sigh, Wrenn nodded. “Yeah… This thing’s got me monitored like a fuckin’ child!”
“Aye… How longs it on fer, again?”
Wrenn kicked a lonesome can out of her way as she walked down the street, stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets. “A year...” She muttered, her head down.
“Damn!” The redhead exclaimed, shaking her head. “You went an’ got yerself into some serious shit, didn’t ya?”
Wrenn ignored the other girl and kept her head down, quickening her walking pace slightly.
The girl’s were on their way to school. It was the second month into 12th grade, and Wrenn was just starting school even though she should have graduated already. But because of spending six months in prison, Wrenn was unable to graduate the year before and missed the first month of this school year. Not like she actually went to school much the previous year, anyway. But this year she had to. It was a part of the agreement her parole officer made with the court.
”Here’s the deal, kid. You go to school EVERY day. None of that skipping bullshit. And your grades better be damn good.” The woman snarled, her face was less than a foot from Wrenn’s, and her breath reeked of cigarettes, and onions from the sandwich she just finished eating. “We gotta show the court that you’re a good kid, y’hear? And the second agreement is pretty simple… Keep your ass outta trouble! That ain’t too hard now, is it?”
Wrenn pulled back from the woman, desperate for some breathable air. “I can try. There won’t be any guarantees.” She jeered, testing the waters.
“Don’t get smart with me, kid. I got your ass outta prison, I can just as easily put it back.” The woman spat back. She was completely serious.
The two girls reached the school grounds just as the bell sounded, signaling the start of classes. They both lived an hour’s walk from the school grounds, in the worst part of town. Buses didn’t even venture that far, so they were forced to use their own two feet to transport them wherever they needed to go.
They quickly made their way to their classes, going in opposite directions once they got inside. Wrenn had English, her best subject, and Chels had Math, her worst.
Wrenn smiled to herself, glad that she had the one class she loved the most first thing in the morning. Finally, something was going right. This was her first day of 12th grade, and she wanted to make the best of this year. She was intelligent, and she knew it.
“I’ll pass this year with flying colors, and surprise the Hell outta my bitch of a parole officer, and the courts.” She thought to herself as she entered the classroom, a large grin playing on her face.
She took a seat in the back corner of the classroom, adjacent to a window, and slung her feet up onto her desk. She crossed her arms over her chest, the grin still holding strong onto her lips. Just because she was going to get good grades, didn’t mean she was going to be a goody-two-shoes.
The way she sat told everyone that she wasn’t one to fuck with, and the grin exaggerated that fact even more. She reeked of intimidation, a fact that she was proud of. No one dared to mess with her, and she liked it that way.
Across the classroom, she heard a group of girls whispering – more like shouting – rumors about herself. Her grin broadened. They knew about her.
“I heard she shot a guy because he spilled a drink on her at a bar…” One of the girls said, looking around her circle of friends.
“Well, I heard that she stabbed a guy because he wouldn’t sleep with her.” Another piped in.
“No way! I heard she’s a dyke! Got kicked out of her house, and her girlfriend left her. Then she shot a guy.”
Wrenn’s heart dropped, along with her cocky grin.
“A-Amanda...?” Her shaky voice barely made it to the other side of the room where her ex-lover was laying, sprawled across the motel bed completely in the nude. Next to her, a man who Wrenn thought to be in his late thirties was sat up in the bed lighting a cigarette and paying little to no attention to the raven haired girl who just walked into the room.
The brunette sat up at the sound of her ex-lover's voice and stared at her.
“Wrenn? What are you doing here?” She spat.
The harshness of her tone made Wrenn's skin crawl, and the taste of bile began to fill her mouth. She swallowed before taking a deep breath and attempted once again to speak.
“I... I was looking for you... I was told... You'd be here.” She managed.
“The fuck do you want with me? We're over. We've BEEN over... Do you strive on getting hurt?”
Wrenn physically cringed and took a step back, it was too much for her to hear the harsh tone her once lover was taking with her. It was too much to bear. She was about to turn and run when she felt a sudden jolt of pain in the back of her head, and she fell to the ground with a thump. Everything went black, and that's all that she remembered from that night.
Wrenn clutched her head in her hands, grabbing fistfuls of long, silky hair in the process. She let out an agonized groan and let go of her raven locks, dropping her head onto the lunch table in front of her – just missing her plate of “mystery meat.”
“School sucks…” She mumbled. Her mumbling was barely audible to her red-haired friend who was across the table from her, poking at the “meal” that was sitting in front of her, a disgusted snarl on her face.
“Yeah…” The girl replied. She obviously wasn’t paying too much attention to Wrenn, and was much more engrossed in the thing she was supposed to be eating.
“You’re not listening.” Wrenn grunted, lifting her head up off the table to see her friend still poking at the abomination that was meant as food.
The absence of reply from the redhead was beginning to irritate Wrenn. She hated being ignored. She locked her baby blues onto Chels, giving her the same death glare that she gave her toaster only a few hours earlier. But like the toaster, the glare didn’t bother Chels one bit. She was much too occupied to even care.
Both girls widened their eyes in shock as Chelsea’s metal fork got caught in the mess of supposed “meat”, and refused to budge an inch.
“The Hell is this shit? “ Chels gasped as she attempted to pull her fork out of the beast, but failed. It was holding strong.
“Looks like it wants to eat you, instead of the other way around.” Wrenn chuckled, cocking her head to the side as Chels’ face twisted in frustration as she yanked and pulled at the fork, but to no avail. It wasn’t letting go of that fork anytime soon.
“Well it’s not gonna get me!” The redhead cried out dramatically. She took one last pull at the fork and flew backwards onto the floor with a loud thump. The entire cafeteria of loud, obnoxious teenagers all silenced in a gasp, and looked over towards the redhead who was now lying on the floor, dazed. She shook her head, and slowly got back up to her feet, and dusted off her pants.
“I’m good!” She exclaimed with a nervous chuckle, looking around at the many piercing eyes that were now on her.
The cafeteria remained silent for a few more moments, other than a few stray whispers here and there. But that silence was soon broken through by a masculine voice.
“Stupid dyke!” called a boy from somewhere in the distance; probably hiding behind the mass of students in case the redhead decided that she was going to go on a rampage.
This remark made the cafeteria burst into a wave of laughter before everyone went back to their meals. Typical teenagers… unable to keep their attention on one thing for too long.
Chels scoffed before she sat back down to the table. She was about to rant, Wrenn thought, but she stopped when she noticed that a quarter of her fork was still stuck into her food, and only part of it was in her hand.
“Holy…” She breathed, “that’s one tough piece o’ meat…”
Wrenn chuckled and shook her head at the girl. She was so easily distracted, just like everyone else. Typical Chels…
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