Chapter 1: Escape

Monday, June 13         11:05 am          Hawk Nelson Secondary School           NewYork City


Today at school it felt like everybody was watching me. It seamed like they all knew and at any given time they would rat me out. You might think that i was worried about my reputation, but that's not it. I mean, sure, i wouldn't mind having friends and not being an outcast but that would be the least of my problems. Nowadays in America christians get killed. The only christian i know of is Marcie, the girl who led me to the lord. I really don't care about her but i'm surprised she's still alive. Now i don't care about Marcie because of my rep. Anyways, I had that sick feeling that i couldn't trust anybody. My friends noticed that too because at lunch they seamed very concerned.
"Hey girl!"Brittany chimed as she jumped up onto the picnic table in the middle of the courtyard."You were awfully quiet today, is something wrong?"
"Ya!" Janett, my othery friend joined the conversation."Usually you're blabbing all through English. But today you were all quiet.
"Yeah, well, I'm feelin' sick today," I lied.
"Aww, probably getting all worked up about exams," Brittany placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't stress yourself out," Janett assured me.
"Oh. My. Goodness." Janett pointed at Marcie- the girl who had invited me to the conference where i got saved. "Look at what she's wearing!" she snickered.
"What's the shirt say?" Brittany asked. 
"It says 'I'm a princess; Daughter of the King of Kings', What a freak!"Janett replied.
"Well if you're such a princess, then why are you so ugly," Brittany called out to her laughing. 
Normally i would have laughed along but i coudn't, something inside me kept me from laughing. Angela, Olivia, and Emma, a few of my friends and the prettiest, the preppiest, and the most popular girls in our school, came up to join the conversation as well. They hated being outside a joke. At my school, money doesn't matter that much because most of us aren't wealthy, actually most of us are poor. "Did you guys see Lewis today?" Angela asked us with wide eyes. Before any of us could answer she started talking again," He totally threw up in science class today."
"What did you do to him?" i asked with curiosity written all over my face.
"You would not believe it-" Olivia started, but Emma couldn't hold herself and interuppted her."WE made HIM eat a frog. Now how mean is that?"
"Top of the list." Brittany congratulated them and we all high-fived. Olivia stopped mid way to highfiving me and a smile spread across her face.
"What?!" I asked.
"Watch out girlfriends! Bruce is needing me," She said pushing us aside.
"Bruce!" We whisper-shouted.
"Since when does Bruce need YOU?" Janett asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Since he needed a new girlfriend."  Olivia answered as she walked towards him.
"Oh, yeah. I heard Maria and him broke up at the party last night," Angela hesitated then asked, "And where were you Cathy?"
"When? I asked. I was getting that sick feeling again that they knew.
"Oh, don't play around with me. You must have been doing something important to have missed the most amazing party of the year."
"Make that the century." Emma added raising an eyebrow and putting a hand on her hips."We're waiting..." She said tapping her foot even harder.
"Umm... it's kinda complicated because you know... i was sick" I started.
"You shoulda still came" Janett rolled her eyes." It was a total drag without you."
"Yeah! There was like over a hundred people. And college guys too!" Brittany squealed.
"'Drat" i lied again..
"Duh! I told you guys, Cathy is far from jealous," Angela said, proud that she was right, again.
"Jealous of who?" I needed to know what this rumor was about.
"Umm.. well Ryan was all like 'Cathy won't stop drooling over me and i need a break' and i was like wah? But apparently like your jealous of Jasmine for dating him" She concluded.
"Uhh... WHAT!!!" But before i had the chance to go and beat up Jasmine for spreading a rumour like that (we all know Jasmine luves rumours)....
Dddrrriiiinnnggg!!! The lunch bell rang. We waited impatiently for Olivia to finish chatting with Bruce. We were surprised that she didn't come back screaming from excitement especially since she's been sweet on Bruce since she was 12, five years ago. We all stared at her mentally thinking, "whats the matter?"
"Umm.. Bruce wanted to talk to you" Olivia said rudely giving me the look that said,"He's mine, not yours so don't play around."
"Uh, why?" I'm not close to as cute as Olivia, why would Bruce want to see me. Man, Olivia had it all. Blue eyes, mine were brown. Blonde hair, my natural hair colour was brown. Full lips, i hardly had any. Why would Bruce want me?
"Well, he was wondering where you were at the party last night, his party," She added.
"Yeah, 'kay, whatevs" I walked over to Bruce and stood there, just stood there- why does Bruce want to see me?- I kept asking myself.
"Hey!" He said when he finally noticed i was standing there infront of him,"Where were you last night?" he asked, crossing his armes over his perfectly toned chest.
"Well i had strep?"I lied.
"Aww, you missed the most amazing party of the year!" He was surprised.
"Yeah, stuck in bed the whole day too" I was getting good at this lying thing.
"Well I feel bad for you," He said nodding his head," You coulda called and I would have came over too see ya. Well anyways to make up I was wondering if you wanted to go to the theatres next saturday?"
It wasn't that I didn't like him, and it wasn't that it wouldn't be fun. But it would be wrong for two reasons.
One- Olivia would hate me for life- and a guy is so not worth losing a friend for.
Two- He'll probably ask me why I'm so different now.
"I'm I'm kinda busy," and when he didn't buy it , I added,"Exams?"
 "Oh, yeah- forgot. Maybe we can hang out this summer"
"May-be" I said bye and ran to catch up to my friends.
"So?" the asked me. Olivia eyed me and raised an eye brow.
"Nothing! He just wanted to know where i was the night of the party and i told him the truth- nothing big."
"Really that's all?" Olivia was the most surprised one.
"Yep!" I lied.

And that was my day, diary. Actually school day. Don't get me started on my home life.