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

her go and she dropped to the floor with a thud. I didn’t even look at her, I was so angry at the blonde that I wanted to rip her pretty Barbie doll hair out.
“How did that walking stick get a sexy person like you?” she asked. Her hazel brown eyes widen a bit as she eyed me again.
“First of all, do not call her a stick. She is sexy, curvy beautiful and most of all mi - ,” I was about to say mines when I felt something hit my jaw but, of course it didn’t hurt at all. But, I felt something pierce my chest like a knife. I gasped and looked to the side. I saw Cinnamon clutching her hand. She looked up at me with hatred clear in her green eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice how red her face was. Did I embarrass her? Nonetheless, why the hell did she hit me? The only thing I did was stand up for her.
“Ok, I’m out. I sense tension,” the blonde said. “Bye, ugly bitch.” She sneered at Cinnamon. She winked at me and proceeded to walk. I looked at the girl with my mouth wide open. Did she really just cause all that drama and just walk away like nothing happened?
Then out of nowhere, I was slapped. Again, it didn’t hurt physically but, emotionally. Why did she keep hitting me? I mean, damn it! What the hell did I do?
I glared at Cinnamon and she glared right back at me. There were tears still in her big green eyes but, she stared at me unblinking.
“You are an asshole,” she growled. I rolled my eyes at her. Was she serious? First, she’s kissing me then, she’s hitting me? I don’t get it at all! This is why I usually hit it and leave it! Girls are so god damn confusing. Why couldn’t she be grateful for the fact that I’m here protecting her from that blonde bimbo? Any girl would be hanging all over me if I saved them from being taunted. And mostly because, I only knew her for two days! Yes, yes, we are imprinted by fate, itself but, to her I’m just someone she met two days ago. She should be happy that I stood up to her; not hitting me!
I grabbed her writs in a swift motion and stared deeply into her eyes. She glared back at me, with anger in her eyes. Her face was twisted up in a scowl as she gazed at me.
“Thank you, I am quite an asshole and so are you,” I whispered icily. She stared back at me with her mouth wide opened in shock. It hurt me to say those words but, she hurt me equally by attacking me. I raised a brow at her and put on a cocky façade. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started fighting against me again. She kicked and scratched me and tears traveled down her cherry red cheeks. She finally yanked away from my steel grip and a yelp escaped her soft lips. She rubbed her wrist and tried to punch me in the face but, I caught her hand quickly. She stared at me in shock. I could tell that she wasn’t expecting me to catch her swing so quickly but, I felt anger pulsing through me; I couldn’t help it. For a split second I wanted to crush her fist into a million pieces but, every time I peered into those big green eyes I felt the need to kill myself for thinking like that.
She finally got out my grasp with tears still streaming down her beautiful cheeks. She stared at me with sorrow, shock, and hatred mixed in her beautiful eyes. “What are you?” she growled. She turned around abruptly and walked away. Bloody tears finally fell from my eyes and I wiped them away. I had to get her back. Somehow, and I knew how. I hope she doesn’t hate me tomorrow. I walked back into the house searching for Dale.


Cinnamon
I held my hand as I walked away from the mansion. I hated that bitch. I can’t believe he tried to hurt me . . . I know I was a stranger to him but, he could at least treat me like a human instead of calling me an asshole when, truth is he was an asshole not me. He embarrassed me in front of bitchy Bethany and had the nerves to call me an asshole! I don’t ever want see that bastard again. My stomach growled and I was cold. More tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I needed food badly! Real, real badly.
I guess I would have to dumpster dive. I ran down the street holding my stomach. There was a pizza shop name Ian’s Deluxe Pizza a few blocks down; it had a huge dumpster filled of uneaten pizza. I use to eat out of it a lot but, I had stopped. It wasn’t healthy at all and a bad habit. I picked up my legs and ran faster. My stomach felt like it was eating itself. My stomach growled loudly again and pain shot up my stomach. Who ever knew starving could hurt so badly? My throat burned as throw up tried to make its way up my throat. I groaned and put my hand over my mouth and picked up my pace. No way was I going to vomit in my only nice shirt.
*
I puked up my guts at the side of the pizza parlor. I can’t recall me ever feeling this bad. My throat burn, my stomach was empty, my chest heart, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was a big emotional mess. I wiped up my mouth when I was done vomiting and leaned against the stone wall. I gripped my stomach as I slid slowly to the ground. My hand absentmindedly flew to my lips and a smile crept across my face. My mind kept going back to that amazing kiss that Kale planted on my lips. It was almost magical. No- It was magical. Nobody ever kissed me like that. My heart swelled with love as I thought about his beautiful red eyes and pink plump perfect lips with his ebony hair . . . I shook my head and bit down on my lip. What was I saying? One, I only knew him for two days. Two, he ratted me out with Bethany came. And most importantly, he called me an asshole.
I leaned my head back on the wall and groaned as fresh tears poured from my eyes. I’m guessing life couldn’t get easier, huh? I wondered if someone hated me and they were walking around making my life a living hell. Everyone hated me, I was betrayed by a stranger I wanted as a friend (or more than a friend), and I’m parentless and live in an orphanage home. And for a recent problem; I’m starving and dirty. I stood up and went to the huge stinky dark green dumpster. I scrunched up my nose as I smelt spoiled food; but, I had to eat that. I held my nose as I jumped pulled myself into the huge stinky dumpster.
*
I slid through the double doors of the orphanage when I came to a sudden stop. I turned my head to see a kid getting adopted. Her blonde curls bounced around as she jumped for joy. I hung my head and made my way to my room. I was never going to get adopted; everyone hated me for no specific reason. Being parentless wasn’t really on my wish list to Santa when I was little. I slid into my room without being noticed and plopped down on the bed. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling blankly.
My mind went back to Kale but, not when we were kissing but, when he had my hand in a steel grip. It felt like he was crushing it; it hurt a lot. I held my hand to my chest and looked out the window. The sun was going down which meant another precious day was gone and I wasted it with a stranger who nearly broke my hand; fantastic. Also, I have to go back to school and face Bethany and the rest of the people who hate me. Lovely (note sarcasm). I didn’t know what to do now. I would have to walk pass the mansion again and probably face Kale. Hopefully, he won’t be outside to crush my wrist again. How could he have gripped my hand so tightly? That grip wasn’t the grip of a human but, something much more. Was he on steroids or something? I had no clue but, I wasn’t going to even try and figure out. If I did try I would probably have one hand and one leg. I have no clue what he is capable of and well, I really don’t want to get hurt finding out.
A knock on the door made me sit up. I walked wobbly to the door and opened it to face a worried Mrs. Young. Her dark silky hair was in a messy bun as usually and her heart shaped face contained wrinkles of age and laughter. She looked at me with red puffy eyes and she grabbed me into a hug.
“Where have you been, Cinnamon? I was worried sick. And why do you smell horrid?” she asked letting me go. I leaned against the door frame and looked at my hands. Of course I knew I smelt bad. I didn’t take a bath and also I went dumpster diving. Being smelly was the outcome for being dirty.
“I went dumpster diving for food. I-I was so hungry.” I admitted. I immediately felt Mrs. Young arms wrap around me. “I’m so sorry. You knew why I had to do it. I didn’t want the rest of the kids to think that I was picking favorites.” I pulled away so that I could look at her tear stained face.
“Y-you don’t think I’m a distraught teenager?” I asked her. She shook her head. “Of course not. You got suspended once. The rest of the kids got suspended so many times that they are on school probation. You are the most untroubled child here, Cinnamon. But, that doesn’t mean you can go without punishment when you do bad.” She explained. I nodded and gave her a quick hug.
“I’m going to go to sleep. Dumpster diving takes a lot of your energy,” I said. She nodded and gave me a quick smile before leaving my room, closing the door behind her. I sunk back into my bed and laid on my side. Well at least someone cares about me. I’m glad she does because I can’t live in a world in which everyone I knows hate me. If that was the case, then what would be the reason to live? I closed my eyes and soon sleep overcame me.
Kale
I looked at myself in the mirror before grabbing my new backpack. Yesterday, I enrolled myself into the same high school as Cinnamon. I hoped she forgave me and if not I’ll make sure that she will. I