Sour High School

Teopolina's POV

I'm trying to look for my hoodie, and I can't find it and honestly its driving me nuts.

My precious hoodie, the thing I wear the most, I can't find it! Argh! You've got to be kidding me. In the last two months of spring break, I tossed my clothes out of my closest over and over again in an attempt to find my hoodie, and as you can imagine my room looks like a junk yard located in the backyard of Lucifer but as we all know him the devil.

In the middle of my incredibly hardworking but tiresome journey I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I feel a sharp pain in my chest, kind of like a sharp-edged sword went through my chest, but that would mean me admitting that I actually care about how I look like, and note I don't care! That's right, I don't....

For the past two months during spring break, my precious father left me alone in the house, he left... gone and I have no idea where, but all I know is I'm glad I got a chance to rest.

For the past two months, I tried the whole being a teenager thing, a normal teenager thing, that's right I tried makeup. I went in my mom and dad's room and took some. It's not like she's even going to notice it gone, when they are both home, they are barely conscious. I thought makeup would be able to fix the scars on my face, I tried and must I add I failed terribly.

I'm desperate, my hoodie is my safety blanket. It helps, nobody at school really knows how I look like. Before spring break, I missed almost a month of school and I can't miss the first day of school, it could go on my permanent record…. Weird. Cause I don't care.

I only have one choice left, I have to ask her…... my other mom, at least that is what it calls itself.

"Mom…" I whisper, because I know she can hear me from afar.

"Do you know where it is…." I say softly.

I was met by a hollow void of silence… the universe might as well swallow me whole…

"Do you know where it is, please…." I repeat, still I say it softly.

I was once again met by the hollow silence void, an empty pause, a sigh slips from her lips… I hear a wrenching scratching sound, kind of like a nail scratching onto metal, but it only lasts for about 10seconds, then it stops.

"Bottom drawer," her response comes back muffled but I could still hear it.

I walk to the drawer, and before I could open it, it opens itself…. Most people would be spooked but I wasn't, I know it's her.

I found it. Strange thing is that it was the only thing in there, and I already looked in here like 200 times, and yet nothing…. Anyways I brushed that thought off…. Cause deep down I knew she hid it somewhere and I know why, she's scared that the more I keep going out there into the real world, I'd eventually meet new people and want to try new experiences and forget about her, but that's not the case, honestly, I hate humans…

I grab my backpack which contains my notes. My textbooks and stationaries are at school in my locker. As i run downstairs in my old beat-up sneakers, I walk to the kitchen and grab an apple from the counter and headed out.

Minutes later...

I just arrived at school. I was currently walking to the school building and looking even more invisible than ever, which I might add that I love being invisible.

Little Miss Pitch, as the school call her; one of the wannabe Queen B's of the school, I see her walking up to me. Oh no! these smells like trouble. She puts her hand over my hoodie and tries to take it by grabbing it. I than immediately grab her wrist and twisted it. By now a crowd has formed and all the attention was on us. Smartphones pulled out and teenagers recording. Dang, I hate this! I wish I could be invisible again. She than tries to slap me with her other hand but I immediately grabbed it and twisted both of her arms behind her back; her back was facing me. I than placed my right foot on her lower back and pushed her away. I watched her as she stumbles and falls.

"Ouch!!!" she wines rubbing her wrist. I than persuaded to find my way out of the crowd. I made it all the way to my locker and grabbed my books. The entire time I swear I could feel someone burning holes at the back of my head. I ignored that feeling.

I made my way to class and thank the heavens I arrived just in time; the second before the bell rang.

All I heard was "she is the girl that stood up to Samantha White Aka Little Miss Pitch", more like Little Miss Bitch! But of course, I said that to myself. I chuckle silently. Just as I thought my day couldn't get any worse, some little prick decides he wants to grab my hoodie. I punched him straight in the face, where you may ask? Directly towards his nose. I was immediately told to go to the principal's office.

Ms. Laura told me to wait outside as she went ahead of me into the principal's office.

"I swear Lander, this child has a serious problem…... if she pulls another one of those stunts again, I feel like I might end losing my job." Said Miss Laura.

Just because they think I can't talk at all; it doesn't mean I can't here. I'm an introvert, not deaf. Jesus Christ, can't they whisper.

"I agree Laura, she's such a troubled teenager. And I always wonder why she doesn't take that hood off. And why she doesn't talk?"

"I've tried, trust me. But she builds her walls up too strong and too high, its hard to see what's behind it."

Duh! Fucking idiots! I didn't build these walls up for nothing; I worked really hard. I would give Miss Laura credit though; she really did try and like shit she tried! And that's rare, by rare I actually mean no one ever does. Why would you want to help me? Its like trying to fix a glass cup that has been shattered into tiny pieces; unfixable. Broken.

The principal walked through her door, she stood there looking at me with either sadness or pity, I honestly couldn't tell. I hate the pity look. It's not your fault, so why you got to act like it was.

"Teopolina please follow me into my office." She said politely as I followed right behind her.

I sat in the chair right in front of her desk facing her.

"Firstly, I was told you were involved in a little incident early this morning with Samantha White and you punched a boy in the nose as he was attempting to remove your hoodie, is that true Teopolina?" she asked.

I didn't feel like answering so I shrugged my shoulders. Shit! I'm in so much trouble.

She let out a sigh and just sat there, staring at me. I was really confused. What's happening? She probably had a long day? Yep, that's the only explanation I had or she's really just creepy.

"Just get back to class Teopolina and please try to stay out of trouble." She said, letting out a deep but long sigh.

I quickly got up and made my way to class. I opened my classroom door and everyone turned to look at me... I quickly looked down and walked all the way to my chair at the back of the classroom.

The teacher continued with the lesson. I than grabbed a pencil out of my backpack and started sketching on my desk, I quickly wrote life sucks like a hairy butthole. I smirked feeling satisfied with it.

The bell rang, I quickly got up and made my way to my next class. Boring? I know. As the day went on, I had to go to the office a couple more times. Nothing I'm not used to.

Its lunch time and you've guessed right. I sit alone, all by myself. Just the way I like it…... I can't afford lunch, and going home I can't cause its so far away. So, I just don't eat lunch…... yeah.

I felt a presence next to me.

"Can I sit next to you?" he asked.

I just shrugged…. He took that as a yes and sat down. He started scanning me.

"Why don't you take off that thing and you really don't talk?"

I rolled my eyes and I could feel his hand about to grab my hood. I quickly grabbed his hand and twisted it. And quickly let it go and grabbed my stuff and walked away.

"Who fucking cares, you probably ugly anyways, you skank." He spoke

I stopped in my track and turned around just to find everyone staring at me and that stupid jock was smirking.

I ignored, but the pain in my chest just kept getting worse. I need a breather.

As I finally got to my locker, I found three wannabe Queens of this school.

Florence, Phoenix and Samantha. Please tell me you remember Samantha? But of course, just like a trio squad there is a leader and that's Phoenix. I don't get what's the big deal with her, most people are afraid of her, most girls love to kiss her ass just to be noticed.

I sighed, as Phoenix and her little minions starred at me.

"How could you do that to my boyfriend? You punched him in the face and he did nothing wrong, you've got to be kidding me!" she yelled.

She waited for a response but got nothing.

"OOH, that's right you don't speak. Mute ass bitch! I guess mommy and daddy never taught you how to! I guess they were smart enough to know you'd be just a waste of space…... don't ever get in my way skank, if you do… you'll wish you were never born." She spoke.

Nothing that I couldn't handle, I've dealt with people like her all my life.

She slapped me, pushed me out the way and walked away with her little minions.

I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and made my way back home, which is about an hour walk, I can't afford taxi so I walk.

I was finally in my street and guess what my parents are back. Two months of peace and now hell again. My pace slowed and I walked as slow as possible. Pure terror….

As I was finally standing on my doorstep, the door swung open. I was pulled inside and thrown against the wall…. Oh, shit it's my father.

"Where tf where you, you little whore!" he said, as his grip on my shoulders kept tightening.

He slept me, he punched my stomach and knocked the breath out of my lungs. He had this sinister smile on his face. He then began to punch and kick me over and over again. I just took it. It's a routine. Trust me I've tried fighting back, but it never helped. I've tried to run away but every time he finds me.

"Are you even listening?" he yelled.

"Go make me some food!" he yelled.

Before I could walk away, he slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I nodded. I made my way to the kitchen and made his meal, with the little food I managed to find in there.

I made my way to my room and straight to the mirror. Starring at all my scars that I had to stitch up myself. Great.

Now you know my story…. why I don't talk and why I wear a hood and why I don't like being touched….

Hey…. I'm Teopolina, but please call me Teopo.