The Becoming, Breanna Davis [some good books to read .TXT] 📗

Cinnamon
I walked passed that mystery house and looked up at it. It was huge! Like, magnificently big. I have no clue why a person needed such a big house. What confused me more is why is there a big house built in the middle of nowhere? I was built on a hill with gorgeous lime green grass. It was surrounded by gorgeous flowers that were many different colors. It ranged from pink, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowers. A huge beautiful tree stood out on the lawn making it look even more one of a kind sort of.
I picked up my pace and quickly left the house behind me. Although the house was beautiful, it was mysterious in its ways. One person barely walked out of it. And when they did, they didn’t really talk to anybody. They acted as if we were invisible and sped up their pace. It’s so weird and unusual. Every time there is a different person that walks out and the house but, they only come out once a month; as I heard. Something was up in that house and I think I don’t really want to find out.
Soon, I reached school and I wanted to walk right back to the orphanage but, I had to get my education. I was glad I was a loud to go to school. I walked inside the horrid broke down building. The school was so colorless and very dull in comparison of the beautiful mysterious colorful mansion. It was made of grey bricks and a flag wiggled in the wind on a pole and that was it of its exterior from the outside. The grass was an ugly brown and the flowers were in desperate need of water and care. The trees didn’t have leaves on them and they looked like trees out of Scooby doo or something. There was one huge oak tree that lost all its leaves and it really made the school look scary.
The wind blew through my pitch black hairs making me shiver. I had to wear short sleeved plain shirts in the winter because my orphanage could not afford to buy another set of clothes for the winter for us. They were running low on cash so, we had to bear through it until they get money from some fundraiser. I couldn’t wait for the fundraiser to close and we could get our winter clothes. I already had a cold and I didn’t want anything more serious.
I pushed opened the squeaky double doors. Their hinges were an unhealthy brown and they had dirty writing on it and one of them had my name on it, calling me a slut. Great, now every stranger that walks through these damn doors will know the rumor that spreads through the school like wildfire. I groaned and pulled out a Kleenex out my pocket and tried to wipe off of the nasty writing about me. Stupidly, the person who wrote the writing used washable marker. Dumbasses nowadays are so retarded and don’t think about the outcome of everything. They just love to talk about me to feel better about their own bitter asses. Like I already didn’t have enough bad things going on in my life.
I threw away the Kleenex and proceeded to go to Biology. I couldn’t allow these people to let me down. Mrs. Young, the owner of the orphanage and my only friend, told me to not listen to these unmannered children. She said these children were disturbed creatures and I couldn’t help but agree. These children that attended my school all didn’t have a good up come. All of these children had something bad happen to them and that was exactly the reason they were at a shitty school like McJohn High. This stupid ugly school was in perfect New York. I wondered why the board of education just didn’t shut it down and be over with these troublesome children.
I entered Biology and as soon as I did giggles erupted around the classroom. I rubbed my hand against my back and my butt to check for any signs but, didn’t find any. My hands flew to my face and nothing was there either. So, what the hell was so funny? I looked down at my attire and yes I was dressed poorly but, so was all these children here so, it shouldn’t matter and it never did.
“Are you done analyzing yourself? I would love to finish my lesson that you rudely interrupted. And by the way, you have detention. Two minutes late for class is unacceptable.” Mr. Greene said writing something down on a slip.
Oh did I leave out the gory detail that I’m bullied by my teachers also? Sorry, but isn’t that just so damn lovely? Note the damn sarcasm.
I slumped my posture as I always do when I’m defeated, which is every damn day. I walked over to the scrawny skinny almost bald teacher and took the pink slip from his hand. I stuffed it in my pocket and made my way to my desk in the back of the classroom. When I reached the wooden shabby old desk there was a note on it. I curiously picked it up as I sat down in the seat. The desk groaned under my weight but, I ignored it and opened the letter.
There was a picture of a poorly drawn penis with hair on the ball sack. On the top it said to Cinnamon the slut. On the bottom of the note in bold letters it said ‘Choke on this, bitch’. I flushed red and crumbled the note up in my hands and looked up. Everybody was staring at me then as I stood up full blown laughter erupted. I flushed an even brighter red and headed for the trash can. I dropped the disturbing note in the trash and headed for my seat when chills were sent up my back by a raspy voice.
“Cinnamon, get out my class room and go to the principal’s office. Tell him my referral will be sent for class disruption.” Mr. Greene said, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. He looked at me with unmistakable hatred and I just stared at him my mouth formed in a wide ‘O’.
The class started choking on laughter and I felt anger rise in me. Tears bubbled in my eyes as I stared at my teacher. Why did he hate me so? What on Earth did, me little Cinnamon Stone, do to any of these people? The only thing I could remember ever doing is saying hi to a blonde headed girl that happened to be the most popular girl in school but, I was new and I didn’t know. I had got shipped from another orphanage three years ago because it closed down. I was a freshman and so was she . . . so I didn’t understand why her face scrunched up in disgust when she saw me. I was a fairly attractive give with bright lime green eyes and pitch black flawless long hair. In my old orphanage boys always told me I was pretty and then when I moved I was all of sudden called ugly. I soon figured out later in my freshmen year that her name was Bethany Smith, and she made my life hell since I said a friendly hello to her that day. And I knew she was the person who sent that note.
I wiped away my tears and grabbed my book bag before heading out the door swiftly. Why couldn’t people just be nice to me? My life would be a hell of lot easier for me if people would just appreciate my company. But, no I was now an outcast everywhere I go. In the middle of Queens, New York, I Cinnamon, am an outcast and everyone hates me.
I leaned against the cold wall. The white painting was chipped and you can see that it was once painted an ugly blue. I dropped to the floor and let the tears come. Why, oh why couldn’t I just go back to Manhattan? People actually cared about me there but, now people don’t. They don’t care about me. But, they do care about making my life a living hell. I groaned at the loneliness that rumbled around in my chest. God, I was so alone. All I need is one friend to make my life a bit better. Just one person; they didn’t have to be human. It could be a dog or a fish or a pebble even, just one thing that I can care for and it can care about me in return.


Cinnamon
I made my way to the principal’s office on wobbly knees. I’ve never went to him before and I knew he would hate me also. I just had a feeling that he would. I just wasn’t likeable anymore I guess. I leaned against the front office door, not able to make myself go in and face the music. Mrs. Young would surely hate me now since I turned into a troublesome orphan. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I can do this. I had worse so, I should be able to face the big guy of the school, right?
I rested my slender fingers on the cold steel doorknob and closed my eyes. I suddenly felt nauseas and fought the urge to turn around and go gag up my one egg I ate for breakfast. I soon had my whole hand wrapped around the doorknob and I thought about what would happen to me. What if I literally break down into tears if this person hates me also? I knew I couldn’t take another soul to hate me. Too many people wanted me to just banish. How could I live with the thought of another person hating me for an unknown reason?
I twisted the door open and stepped in to my doom. I looked around the small office. I’ve only been in here once to get my schedule when I first attended this school. I shouldn’t even be in here now. It had ugly blue walls that looked like a toddler painted it. In the middle of the office there was a brown beat down shabby desk in the middle of it with a fat man with gray hair sat eyeing something on the computer. There was a vase of dying roses on the table with dirty water. There was a plague with the name Robert Oswald on the back wall and it was about the only good looking thing in there. I squinted my eyes and noticed it was a certificate.
Mr. Oswald cleared his throat and I looked at him. His blue eyes burned into my green ones making me uncomfortable. His eyes roamed all over my body before they landed on my eyes again.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“I was sent here by Mr. Greene, sir.” I said respectfully, hoping that he would let me off on the sly.
He grunted and looked back at the computer screen. When he looked back at me I saw disgust written all over his face. Tears burned my eyes as I wanted crawl into a ball and cry. Yet another person hates me, my assumption was sadly correct. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the tears that threaten to overcome me.
“Class disruption?” he asked raising a bushy gray brow.
I nodded