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

In fact I'm pretty sure it's staying off of my top ten favorite moments list."
"Well he made a big mistake. You're really nice."
At this she blushed a little and said, "Thanks."
For the rest of home room they just talked. Amy felt that she had just made a new bestfriend. So when the bell rang she was disappointed. 'But hey.' she thought. 'At least he has all but one class with me.'
All of their classes went like that. She went and sat in the back. He'd talk to the teacher. He'd nod. Then Johnny would come sit down. Amy was very happy. Until she had the one class that Johnny wasn't in but Jake was.
She walked in keeping her head down so hopefully Jake wouldn't see her. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she saw him staring her down like she was a piece of meat. She knew that her argument in the trial was going to be weak. But she was goig to try her best. And not give him the satisfaction of seeing her crack under pressure. She hadn't done it at her house. Not here. And not there. If he could beat on a girl that was shorter then him and weighed a fair amount less then him then he had some issues.
Chapter Nine
Amy got home pretty quick that day. Considering she didn't feel like talking to Kimmy or Lilly and she wasn't going to be talking to Jake any time soon. When she got to her front door she stopped and listened. She heard her parents and somebody else inside.
'Who the hell?' she thought.
When she walked in she saw a woman in a suit talking in a very orderly voice. Amy could tell that it was a lawyer. Her's probably. But why was she here? Didn't they have offices and things?
"Umm. Mom, Dad. Who is this and why is she here?"
"Ah. You must be Ameila." the lady said obviously happy.
"Amy. This is Miss Anders. She's going to be your lawyer." her mom said happily.
"Why is she here? Don't they have offices and things?" Amy replied somewhat rudely.
"Now Amelia. I know this must be uncomfortable for you but if you want this to work, you must cooperate. Would you like to go somewhere else or stay here. And if we do stay here would you like your parents to stay or leave?"
Amy wasn't very happy that she hadn't heard about this earlier.
"What if I don't feel that this is any of your business? Because frankly I don't want to do this. I know that I was in the right. He should have left when I told him to. And if nobody gets that then I want nothing to do with them. Especially you, Mom and Dad.
"I mean it really hurts when you don't believe your own daughter. How would you like it if I didn't believe you on something and I was your mother. Huh? Would you like to have your parents not trust you on something like this. Your supposed to side with your kids. Not turn on them when they need your help the most!"
Amy's parents and lawyer looked at her quite surprised. One look from her mother told her that she should go up to her room.
"Fine. I'll go to my room. But I'm not coming down any time soon. And the next time you see me don't expect any apologies. But you know what you can expect? A change in me. My personality and my looks. If you can't believe your daughter then I'm not going to be your daughter. I'm going to be your worst freaking nightmare."
With that she turned around quickly and ran up the stairs. She had some black and red hairdye from halloween. That should do just fine for her hair. She could go get some piercings and tattoos later. She'd just get a fake ID saying she was eighteen. If her parents didn't want to believe their own daughter. Then they could believe their daughter's ex. Because she was going to change dramatically.
That night she stayed up in her room for dinner. She had dyed her hair and and painted her fingernails black. Her sister had plenty of black and red make up. She would just sneak some of it early in the morning.
When Rose came in and saw her sitting in the window seat staring fornlornly out the window she freaked.
"MOM! DAD! Get up here!"
"I don't want to see them!" Amy screamed. "If they won't believe me then I'm not their daughter! Tell them to stay away!" she ran out of the room and down the stairs quickly. She saw her parents heading for the stairs. Instead of going out the front door she sprinted for the back one. It was about a foot of the ground but she had been on track that year. She could do hurtles.
Her parents had seen her streak past and took off after her. Worried she might try and hurt herself or run away.
"Amy!" her mother screamed desperately. "Amy please come back here! We can work this out!"
"Leave me the hell alone! I'm not your daughter!" Amy had all ready made it to the fence and was hopping it. Not wanting to waste time on the gate. Once she was in town she went to Kimmy's house. The response she got when Kimmy's mother opened the door wasn't one she wanted. But it was better then having the door slammed in your face.
"Kimmy! Amelia's here! I think she needs to talk to you!"
"Coming Mom!" Kimmy rounded the corner with a book in her hands. The moment she saw Amy though, she literally dropped it.
"Oh my GOD! What did you do to your hair? You chopped it off and dyed it? I know you're mad at your parents but seriously! This is taking it a bit far isn't it?"
"I didn't come here for a lecture. I just need to cool down and talk to someone who'll listen."
"Okay. Well go ahead and come in. I'll be back in a minute. Make your self comfortable in my room."
Amy did as she was told and laid on the floor crying silently. She had never done anything like this. It was not like her to have problems with her parents. Her family was like a little perfect circle. Never a problem. But now. All because of a stupid boy it was shattered.
Chapter Ten
After talking to Kimmy for a while Amy was calmed down enought to go back home. It was dark so instead of walking Kimmy and her mom gave her a ride home. What Amy saw when she got back was not very pleasant. There were two cop cars in front of her house and there were several people walking around.
"Great. They got the search and rescue and the cops. Well if that yard incident doesen't get me landed in juvi this will. GOD! Why can't my life be as simple as your's Kimmy?"
"I don't know? Hey I'll talk to you later okay? Love you."
"Thanks."
Amy hugged her friend and got out of the car. She pretty much slammed the door so she could get some heads turning. The first person to say something was a cop closest to her.
"Amelia?"
"Yeah. What's it to ya?"
"Umm. I'm sorry to tell you this but your parents told us that the didn't want to see you. You're going to juvenile detention for a month for assault and running away."
"What the freaking hell do you mean?!? I'm going in there!"
"Oh no you're not." the cop said grabbing her by the arm. Amelia started kicking and screaming at the cop to let her go. When he didn't she dug her claws into his arm and then punched him in the stomach. He grunted then grabbed her other arm.
After putting her in handcuffs and leg restraints he put her in the back of the cop car. She looked out the window at her house. At least they'll have to let me go to school. Then I can see Johnny. I didn't want to see Kimmy or Lilly. They had known about Jake. This whole mess was because of them. So if they talked to me I would just ignore them.
After the cops all came back to the cars I noticed something. My entire family was standing there looking at me. My parents disappoin-ted. Rose sad. Josh and Dave concerned. And Carmen confused.
'Why did I have to do this?' Amy thought to herself. All the way there she was thinking of things that she could have kept from doing. Finally she drifted off to sleep with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. All the while thinking to herself, even in sleep, I need to do something. Something that will keep me from going insane.
Chapter Eleven
Amelia woke up to a cop staring at her. She was laying on a plastic surface and her back was killing her. She remembered yesterday. Why did this have to happen? She thought this over and over.
Suddenly somebody grabbed her hands and pulled her up.
"Get out of the car. We took the leg restraints off so you can walk. Move it." Amy sat up stiffly and looked around. Where were they? She had been everywhere in town and not once had seen this place.
'We must be at the state juvi builiding.' she told herself. Suddenly somebody answered her thoughts.
"We're at the state juvinile detention building. We have a very strict running here. You try anything funny and you'll just get a longer sentence."
Climbing out of the car Amy looked up into the sky. They must have been driving over night. It was earlier now then it was when they left yesterday.
Slowly her eyes drifted slowly to the building. It was three stories high, grey, and all the windows had bars on them.
"What? Are they afraid we're going to escape?" Amy said snarkly.
"It's standard. Now be quiet. If you talk back to any one in here they won't be as nice."
"What ever."
The officer led Amy into the building. Right after a couple of officers searched her for any weapons. All they found on her was her book bag.
"All right. Here are your clothes. These are standardized uniforms. You will wear them to and from school. You will be wearing them during school. And they will double as your pajamas. You get one ten minute shower everyday at what ever time you like. Although a female gaurd will accompany you. If you break any of the rules here you will be punished by being put in solitary confinement. Do you have any questions?"
Amy only had one question. And that was, "Yeah. I do. Do I get any phone calls or visitors. Because quite frankly I'd like to know why the hell my parents put me in here." She answered very rudely and putting emphosis on the word 'here'.
The guard replied pleasantly, "You get one phone call every day. Visiting hours are from 8:00 am to 7:00 pm. But there is one condition. You have to be in bed by 9:00 pm sharp. No sleep overs in other people's rooms. If you are found in a room of the opposite gender you will be punished severely. Now. Officer Denim, here, will escort you to your room. You will have your own room. I hope you find it to your liking."
"I doubt I will." Amy replied with her arms crossed over her chest.
The officer took Amy by her arm and led her through a series of doors and halls.
"Here is your room. But you have