New Home, Chelsea Newman [i like reading txt] 📗

Danielle wasn’t sure how to feel when she entered her new apartment.
Danielle had been expelled from all the high schools in her town for fighting and bullying several kids several times. Her fighting left kids with serious injuries. A few of her targets were in the hospital and the people she bullied were skipping school.
So, Danielle was expelled from her first school then the second then the third. Barley escaping prison with some ridiculous excuse her lawyer made up. But, excuses only you so far, eventually you get caught.
Danielle got very lucky. She could either go to jail or go to this special school that deals with juvenile children. Danielle’s parents chose the special school. The kids live in apartments around the school with several security guards all around. On the other side of the apartments is a fence with barbed wire then a brick wall. The rest of the family lives in houses near the school.
It was the first fact about the school. The parents have to live nearby in case the child causes problems.
When Danielle entered her apartment for the first time she was accompanied by two security guards but she had to carry everything herself. They offered her no assistance as she struggled with her heavy bags. When she finally got the bags into the apartment she felt something strange inside.
Once everything was inside the guards left, locking the door on their way out.
Even after they left the strange feeling didn’t go with them. It turned into a feeling of being watched. It stayed with her as she got ready for bed. There were no windows in the apartment so she would’ve had no idea what time it was if the clock on the wall didn’t say 8:00. The light on the ceiling made it seem like mid day.
Danielle turned the light off and found herself in a pitch black hole. It was expected, but freaky all the same she had never been in such dark before. Anyway, she felt her way to the bed and got in.
The strange feeling was still there getting larger and larger. It was freaking her out. Eventually she drifted into an uneasy and disturbed sleep. She woke up a few hours later. The clock said midnight and she felt as though there was someone right next to her. She blinked but saw no difference.
Danielle was about to get out of bed to turn the light on when she heard something. She paused halfway out of bed to listen.
“Danielle,” a voice said softly, “Danielle.” The voice said louder. It was a girl’s voice that was full of pain and sadness. A young girl’s voice, high pitched, and confusingly familiar.
“Who-. Who are you?” Danielle asked, frightened so much she was about to wet the bed.
Suddenly in the darkness a transparent figure appeared. It was a small girl, barely four feet tall, pure white, and floating three inches off the floor in front of Danielle’s bed.
“Do you not know who I am?” she asked smiling at Danielle’s fear stricken face.
“I’m Jasmine. The first girl you ever beat up. Do you remember me now?” She asked no longer smiling but starring at Danielle with an evil face that looked ready to get revenge on what had damaged her life forever.
Danielle looked away from Jasmines eyes and then closed her own, trying to remember her first fight. It was hard there were so many fights to think through.
A few seconds later it hit her. Jasmine was the only girl who stood up to her bullying the last year of middle school. Her friends laughed at her whenever she was struck speechless by Jasmine’s comments. One day she got tired of the laughter and just got up and hit Jasmine three times. One hit was on the head and the other two in the stomach.
It knocked her unconscious, and because of her small size the nurse sent her to the hospital to ensure a full recovery. She never came back to the school after that day. No one knew what happened to her. Her parents wouldn’t let her out of the house at all. Apparently something happened that Danielle was unaware of.
She had to continue fighting after that day to keep her name on the high list if she wanted to keep her friends. She never cared about what happened to them as long as she was fine after the fight.
Danielle was definitely having second thoughts now about everything she had done then.
She opened her eyes to see that Jasmine was still there. When Jasmine realized that Danielle remembered her she glided through the bed until her face was only a foot away from her.
“After that day things were never the same for me. I only got a few bruises that healed quickly. But, my parents never got over the fear that it would happen again. So they kept me locked in the house assuming that I had the same fear.” She paused for a moment, her eyes looked lost in the story she was telling, “My friends and relatives couldn’t come over. So I was dreadfully lonely. I wasn’t allowed to play video games or watch TV if it had violence in it. They wouldn’t even let me read books if it had violence. The only thing I could do is study my textbooks from school. Let me tell you it gets really boring after a while.
“I eventually got really depressed so I took a lot of Tylenol to give myself a drug overdose. It worked, but all that time I was inside my hatred and anger toward you grew and grew and so I can’t go to heaven until I finish my unfinished business. You could also call it my revenge.”
Danielle had no idea how to react to this story but she knew that the chances of fixing her life now was probably more impossible then landing on the sun.
Suddenly Jasmine leaned forward and went into Danielle’s body. All Danielle felt was a piercing cold feeling and then pain. She jerked and twitched in her bed but was unable to scream. She felt as if every part of her body was being stabbed at once over and over.
After a while the pain stopped. The last thing Danielle was conscious of was the warm feeling of her bed before she drifted down into the fire.
The next day Jasmine got escorted to school to start her second chance at life in a new form.

Publication Date: 01-07-2010

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