LAst Week Ch. 2 Part 3

 Everyone stops and stares at the sound of my voice. I rush forward and I slap Jeremy across his face, making an echo through the whole school yard. A small angry red hand print is left on his face, “Don’t you dare touch him again.”

          I grab Robert’s hand and take him away into the school. Everyone just stares as we rush past them. I pull him into the gym doors and into the darkness. Once safely inside I let go of him and stare at my hand. It tingles from the slap. I squint through the darkness at Robert, “Are- Are you okay?”

          He doesn’t say anything at first, but then I can clearly see his bright smile, “Ha! You do talk!  I knew it!” He pumps his fist up into the air, “And you slapped the heck out of him! That was so cool!”

          I return a little smile about to reply, but the bell rings. His eyes grow wide, “We’re gonna be late!” We run through the halls and breathlessly make it into the room when the tardy bell rings. We rush into our seats and laugh. Everyone glares at us, well, at me.

          The teacher walks in and points at me, “You. Come with me.”

          The class snickers as my cheeks flush. I stand and swiftly walk towards the teacher. He frowns down at me, “Did you slap that boy?” he points at Jeremy. He really shouldn’t point… it’s rude. I pause for a second before nodding my head. He sighs, “Follow me.”

          We walk down the empty hallways and towards the principle office. They sit me down in a seat and call my mommy. Then we wait. She doesn’t arrive until twelve, during her lunch break. Her face is twisted into an angry expression. She apologizes to the principle and takes me home.

          She doesn’t even speak to me. She takes me to my room and leaves to go back to work. Martha enters a few moments later with the paddle. I’m still sore from the day before, but I guess that doesn’t matter to them. She spanks me and then tells me I won’t be having anything to eat for embarrassing my parent’s name.

          I don’t eat either. Not till the next day and it’s not my usual meal. It’s nearly nothing. I look down at the small portion of food, but I don’t complain. I never complain. I don’t care about the food or the fact that my mother doesn’t talk to me anymore. All I care about is Robert.