That one kid

Amanda is Catherine's little sister, everyone knows them at their high school now. Catherine is the one dating a gang member, and Amanda is the one who attacks them regularly, and then fell in love with one..

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6. fun ride

"Oh my god, I was getting worried bitch!!!!" Cats face said it all, she was mad.

"Sorry I got kinda... Caught up.."

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG"

"I fell, as usual.." I said chuckling.

"Wooooowwwww I knew it, it doesn't seem that bad, are you ok?"

"You know I've had so much worse haha"

"True, I'm not to worried" she said. Ha liar.

"So weres moms seat?"

"Well.. Actually.... " cat said looking down.

"What... ?!? What? Where is she ?" I said looking around frantically.

"She's not exactly on this plane..." Cat said.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!? SHES JUST SHIPPING US OFF?!? WHAT THE HELL SHE CANT DO THAT CAN SHE?!?"

"Technically yes, but chill. She's not damn"

"Then...."

"She's just getting the next flight in about two days.."

"But why..." I asked confused.

"Apparently she doesn't want people to think we know each-other when we land.. I'm not sure why but I think it has something to do with the mystery man and baby and whatever else." Cat said.

"Good now we don't have to deal with her bullshit" i'm actually really glad that we don't have to deal with her today, I've had enough.

•••• two hours later •••••

"AHHH" she quickly shouted drawing attention. "Shit sorry bad dream!"

"Thanks you woke me up!" I said . "UGHHH what were you dreaming about."

"You. Particularly the first time you got arrested"

"Oh shut up and go back to sleep" I said annoyed.

" hey what time is it anyways I left my phone in my carry-on that Already packed up top and I really don't feel like getting it all the way out." I reached into my back pocket to fish out my phone and what do you know. it's fucking gone.

"Fuck"

"You dropped it didn't you oh my God tell me you didn't drop it" she rambled.

"Chill" I said. I squinted my eyes. Grated me teeth. " I know where it is"

I ran towards his room without letting her speak.

I came to a gaily when I saw a large man wearing a suit. Great a body guard how cliche of him.

"Let me in. NOW" I said.

"Take a step back. NOW." He spoke coldly.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY FREIGHT TRAIN" I screamed. I heard his stupid voice roar with laughter.

"Let her in Elliot, before she stabs you!"

I rolled my eyes and 'politely' sAid thank you on my way in.

"GIVE ME MY PHONE BEFORE I ACTUALLY STAB YOU" I yelled.

He pulled out my phone innocently and held it above his head. I have him the most evil look imaginable.

"What phone" he said. He. Did. Not. Just . Do. That. He wants to play? Fine. I'll play. I may be small, but I pack a lot of strength. I punched him hard in the gut.

He toppled over in pain and cried out but soon stopped realizing he couldn't even speak.

He dropped my phone and I picked it up turning to leave for the second time.

"Bitch!!!!!" He yelled and with one hand on my arm and the other on my stomach he yanked me back so he could probably scream at me. What he didn't know was that he grabbed my bruised arm and my stomach was completely ducked up from my mom.

I winced in pain and cried out. "AHH STOP" I yelled. He thought I was just messing around trying to make him get off but once he saw my face he knew I was in serious pain.

"OH MY GOD I DIDNT MEAN TO HURT YOU IVE BEEN GETTING BETTER I SWEAR FORGIVE ME PLEASE IM SO SORRY!!!!!!"

I fell to that floor. He scared me. It was his eyes. They were the same shade as my dad's. He scared me so much. And I just realized.

I crawled away and he quickly came up and held me, right there on the floor.

"I did mean to hurt you" he said he looked like her was about to cry. Then I kicked myself back to reality and stood the fuck up.

"It wasn't you, you just grabbed a tender area.. Well areas." I said back to my normal self. My mean rude self.

He seemed to know exactly what I meant. "Show me"

"What" I asked confused.

"Show me the tender areas" he said.

" If I do you have to let me leave and stop bothering me" I said harshly.

"Deal" he said looking hurt.

I rolled up my sleeve to reveal some bruising. And pulled up my shirt to reveal whatever the hell was there. He looked like He was about to throw up.

"Get out" he said coldly.

I was slightly hurt but I didn't want to show that. "What..."

"Get. Out"

"Gladly" and I left. For the second time that day.

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