In the commons, Chelle spotted me. "Hey, figment of my imagination." The dark cloud that hung over her this morning vanished. Whatever it was couldn't have been too terrible if it only took seven classes of mental torture to get it to dissipate. "Hey, imaginary friend!" I grinned, relief washing away twenty pounds of worry. "What are you doing?" "My parents are working so we can hang out if you want." Chelle's parents hated me more than I detested them. Standing up to parents for treating their daughter like trash doesn't win brownie points for some reason. I still remember her dad's fist raising as if he were about to hit me. In that moment I wanted him to do it. If he had two things would have happened. He would have gone to jail for assaulting a minor and when he got out my dad would have either killed him or made him wish for death. My dad was a bit notorious for being a bald-headed bad ass. He'd threatened the l...
Do your best, take it day by day.