Post by Carter Stevens on Nov 2, 2015 21:20:52 GMT
Carter was standing behind one of the school buildings that was more secluded and protected her mainly from the teachers' eyes. She and some of her friends would often come out here to have a cigarette and have a go at their teachers and classmates. Right now she was skipping class by herself though, sitting on the ground against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chest and having a smoke while playing a game on her phone. She just didn't want to deal with Calculus right now and the young woman too awkward to teach a bunch of hormonal teenagers. She hadn't bothered to do her homework the night before anyway, wouldn't have been able to concentrate on it if she'd wanted to with her foster brothers yelling at each other through the whole house.
The girl yawned, feeling tired as she usually did recently, no matter if she slept five or eight hours a night. She wondered if it had to do with her inclination to experiment with drugs but thought that if that were the case, she should have noticed something earlier than just a few weeks ago. The teen also noticed another bruise that had formed on the inside of her left arm and pushed gently at it with her index finger, wincing at the dull pain. The dark spots on her skin just seemed to pop out of nowhere every other day. One of her girlfriends still suspected that Carter's foster dad was hitting her, no matter how often her friend assured her he wasn't. Carter thought it was kind of ironic that the girl felt sure her foster father abused her in the one way he actually didn't.
She stubbed her cigarette out on the concrete to her right and went over to a small flowerbed close by to bury the rest of it beneath the soft earth. She rubbed the dirt off on her jeans and suddenly leaned her hand against the wall she had sat against because she felt light-headed. She looked down and saw something fall to the ground. Carter looked closer at the spot on the ground and noticed that it was a drop of blood that was now joined by another and then another. She raised her hand to her nose and it came back red from the blood coming out of her nostrils. The teen leaned back against the wall, holding her head up in hopes to stop the bleeding because she didn't even have a tissue on her.
“Great, just great!”, she muttered to herself.
The girl yawned, feeling tired as she usually did recently, no matter if she slept five or eight hours a night. She wondered if it had to do with her inclination to experiment with drugs but thought that if that were the case, she should have noticed something earlier than just a few weeks ago. The teen also noticed another bruise that had formed on the inside of her left arm and pushed gently at it with her index finger, wincing at the dull pain. The dark spots on her skin just seemed to pop out of nowhere every other day. One of her girlfriends still suspected that Carter's foster dad was hitting her, no matter how often her friend assured her he wasn't. Carter thought it was kind of ironic that the girl felt sure her foster father abused her in the one way he actually didn't.
She stubbed her cigarette out on the concrete to her right and went over to a small flowerbed close by to bury the rest of it beneath the soft earth. She rubbed the dirt off on her jeans and suddenly leaned her hand against the wall she had sat against because she felt light-headed. She looked down and saw something fall to the ground. Carter looked closer at the spot on the ground and noticed that it was a drop of blood that was now joined by another and then another. She raised her hand to her nose and it came back red from the blood coming out of her nostrils. The teen leaned back against the wall, holding her head up in hopes to stop the bleeding because she didn't even have a tissue on her.
“Great, just great!”, she muttered to herself.
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