Misunderstood by Rebecca K (english novels for beginners .TXT) 📖

came and threw him into the road."
Her parents started looking more and more surprised with every word their daughter said. At the end they decided it was Jake's fault for not leaving the property when directed. So they decided to file charges for trespassing and assault to Amelia and Dave. Finally Amy asked the one question she had been wondering the entire time.
"Oh yeah. I heard some sirens right before I blacked out. What the hell hit me. I have been hit way harder by kids on the wrestling team with the mats while we were moving them. And I know that what ever hit me was not a mat. It felt more like a rock or the butt of a gun."
"Well," her mother venutred carefully. "Josh ran out to help you and your brother while Kimmy and Lilly were inside calling the cops. When he got over there he still had your BB gun. Jake somehow got it from him and hit you in the back of the head with it very hard. So he has got assault with a deadly weapon on him too."
"And," her father said, "he is charging you with assault too Amelia. Why, may I ask, did you get your BB gun to get him to leave? It would have been much easier and less violent to ask him or tell him to leave."
"Dad. Did you not hear me the first time. I told him to get out of my house and out of my life. Dave escorted him out into the front yard and then he just stood there staring at me. I wasn't just going to ignore him. Especially with that look he had on his face."
"What do you mean?" her mother asked concerned.
"He looked like he wanted to kill me. He was giving me the death stare. I swear to you!"
Her parents looked at eachother and then back to Amy. She could tell the instant she saw their faces they didn't believe her. On most things they would have been with her one-hundred percent. But they felt since she acted first she was to blame. Amy lost it and screamed, "Why the hell don't you freaking believe me? He kicked me and punched me and hit me in the head with a gun! On top of that I now have to go into school tomorrow and face that SOB! How the hell do you expect me to do that?"
She asked all of this with tears streaming down her face. She knew that after screaming at her mom and dad like that she would be sent up to her room. But she didn't care. She was going to go up there anyways.
"I'm going up to my room. If you guys want to not believe me on anything else I'll be up there!" with that she ran up to her room crying. The moment she was in her room she slammed the door and sank to the floor. Her body being racked with sobs of pain and heart break.
'Why?' she asked herself. 'Why don't they believe me? I'm their own flesh and blood. But instead the decide to believe the boy who broke my heart.'
After a while she calmed down. She got up and went over to her bed. It was only 4:00 pm but she was exhausted. So she just kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. She slowly drifted off into a very restless sleep and eventually found peace in her dreams
Chapter Seven
Amelia woke up at about six the next morning. She didn't have to be to school until eight but she knew that if she wanted to avoid her parents she should get ready now. As she got changed into some jeans and a plain white shirt she thought back to yesterday. Her parents didn't believe her one bit. Not even a little trickle. They were on Jake's side.
As this thought hit Amelia she became kind of depressed. She had thought that Jake was her one true love. The guy she would marry. The one person she could tell everything to. But instead he turned out to be everything that Amy hated. Stuck up. A jerk. A lowlife bag of scum who had no heart.
'Oh well. I'll just have to suck it up and be the better person.' she told herself. She would show no emotion to him. Even if she really wanted to.
As she turned to go out the door she heard movement in the bed next to hers. She turned to see her sister sitting up and looking at her.
"Amy." Rose said looking concerned. "What the heck are you doing? We don't have to be up for another hour. You're not running away are you?"
That thought had never come to Amy until now. What if she did run away. Would her parents miss her? Would she be okay? What would happen to Carmen? Amy decided to reassure her sister that no she was not running away.
"I had a fight sort of thing with Mom and Dad last night. I'm trying to avoid them. Promise me you won't tell the others. I don't want to play twenty questions later."
"Come here and talk to me. I'm your big sister. That's why I'm here." her sister said sympathetically. Amy decided that she needed someone who understood her well so she went and sat on her sister's bed.
"Now tell me. What exactly happened. I know that Jake dumped you. But I didn't get the entire thing. Oh and don't tell me about that whole gun thing yesterday. I know about that too. Just tell me about your fight with Mom and Dad."
Amy started telling her calmly as Rose brushed Amy's hair out and put it in several small braids down her back.
By the time Amy was done she had sort of dreadlocks, she felt better, and it was time for her parents to come and get them up. Her sister asked her, "Do you feel better now? Or do you still want to avoid them?"
"I don't know. I just wish they would believe me. And knowing how my luck goes I'm going to land in juvi for a couple weeks because the court believed Him. I don't need that on my record. I really don't. Rose. Help me. Please."
Her sister wrapped Amy up in her arms and rocked her back and forth in her arms all the while telling her that things would be okay. In the middle of this her parents came in to wake them up. Only to see that Amy was still heart broken and her big sister was trying to cheer her up.
"Okay. You ready to go now? Or do you want me to talk to them?" Rose whispered in Amy's ear.
"I'm fine. I'll see you later. Bye Rose."
"Bye." Rose opened her arms so Amy could give her a hug. After giving her sister a hug, Amy got up off the bed and walked out of the bedroom pushing her parents out of the way. They looked at her and then looked at each other, exasperated.
'If they want to yell at me later go ahead and let them. Until then I'm just going to ignore them.' she thought to herself. She was just hoping that this day would be better then yesterday. Other wise she just might run away.
Chapter Eight
Amelia walked into school that morning feeling depressed and angry. Depressed because her ex-boyfriend had been cheating on her and her parents didn't believe her over her no good two timing ex-boyfriend. And angry for same reasons plus the fact that she had to miss school because of him.
She walked down the hall staring at the floor not really paying attention to what she was doing. Suddenly she smacked into something hard. She immediatly fell to the floor making her stuff scatter everywhere.
'Great.' she thought to herself. 'Now I'm going to be known as klutzilla.'
She looked up to see, what she thought, was a new kid. She had never seen him before. He was looking down at her then looked around at every one else. Suddenly he started saying, "I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Are you okay?"
Amy just nodded her head as he helped her to her feet. Once they got Amy's stuff picked up he looked at her again. Amy suddenly realized she had to get to class because the bell was about to ring.
"I'm sorry." she said. "But I have to get to class. Umm. Do you know where you're going?"
"I have no clue."
"Here. Let me see your schedule." he handed it to her and she looked at it.
"Okay. I have these first three classes with you and then the last two. So the only one We don't have is the one after lunch. But I can show you where that is."
"Okay. Are you okay? You hit me pretty hard?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just wishing murder wasn't so thought against these days."
"Wow. That's a little dark. Don't ya think?"
"I honestly don't care. I just want to murder my ex-boyfriend and my idiot parents. Because first I got cheated on then my parents won't believe me about a damned thing."
He looked at her with sympathy then suddenly said, "I didn't catch your name. I'm Johnny. And you would be?" he said while holding his hand out for her to shake.
"I'm Amelia. But every one just calls me Amy. Or the ones who are closer to me Ams. Unless they're really mad. Then it's my entire name." she said while shaking his hand.
While they were walking to calss she smacked into something with blonde hair and a mini skirt. Amy once again fell to the floor except this time she didn't drop her things. But she knew that this time when she stood up she would find Victoria standing there.
"Watch where you're going klutzilla. God. Oh. Hello there."
She had just spotted Johnny and Amy was not happy about it. He was a nice guy. He didn't have to put up with her.
"Back off Victoria. Come on Johnny." she said taking his arm.
"It was nice to meet you Johnny." she said way too happily. Amy decided it was time for a little payback one on one. And this time her target wouldn't fight back so much.
She let go of Johnny's arm and turned around. The first thing out of her mouth was, "Shut up Bitch! How about you go flaunt yourself in front of Jake. At least then you'll know that you've won him. You know I'm really sick and tired of your bull crap. Why can't you just pick one guy and be happy with him. Instead of causing other girls to wind up with broken hearts?!? Huh? Yeah. I thought so. Now move out of my way. I'm going to be late for home room."
She pushed Victoria roughly out of the way and walked in. After sitting in the back where she usually was she looked up to see Johnny talking to the teacher. He made a hand gesture at her and the teacher nodded. She was glad that finally she would have someone to talk to during home room.
"So. Gonna enjoy this school or are you all ready thinking of bailing?" she asked jokingly. He looked at her for a minute then smiled.
"I don't know. But that chick, Victoria was it? She needs to back off. I'm sorry. She's pretty and all but wow."
"Yeah. She's the girl that Jake, my ex, cheated on me with. He said and I quote, "At least she dresses like a girl Sheman!" Yeah. Not one of my best memories.