Secrets I Hold

Margo Connors moves to Arcadia Bay after being adopted. But soon after arriving she has strange and violent visions of the town being destroyed by a tornado. But this storm is a lot worse than anyone could imagine. With the help of some new friends and unlikely allies, Margo must stop the storm. But she soon learns that a price must be paid. How far would you go to save everyone?

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10. TEN

SECRETS I HOLD

TEN

Today’s another day…

Margo’s hands trembled as she struggled to button up her shirt. Crying out in frustration, she gripped onto the sink to steady her hands. Once she was certain that the worst of the shaking had stopped, she splashed cold water on her face and pulled away.

Margo grabbed her school jumper and pulled it over her shirt. Checking she had the right books for the day she slung her bag over her shoulders and began walking downstairs. At the door she paused and considered ditching.

Every day had always been the same. Ever since her Dad left. She changed after he left and it seems some people hated change.

“Hey kiddo! Hurry or you’re going to miss the bus! Don’t think I’m driving you again, I have to get to work.” Margo’s Mum called from downstairs, shaking her from her thoughts.

“Hold on, I’m coming!” She made her mind up. She couldn't run from this. As much as she tried. Margo couldn’t give her mum more to worry about.

Margo’s books fell onto the table with a thud. Sitting down, she resigned herself to blocking out the asshole sat beside her. Elliot, as usual, was turned away from her, talking with some guys on the table next to her. Margo glanced out the window while Mrs Swift droned on in the background. Half an hour had passed and so far, so good. She began to relax thinking today might be different.

It wasn’t long until Margo’s mind began to drift off somewhere else…

A crash jolted her back to the present. She looked up in time to see her pencil case roll to the floor, all her things spilled all over.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!”

Wide eyed she stared back at Elliot before looking down at the floor. “What?” From the corner of her eye she frantically searched for Mrs Swift, but she, as well as the majority of the class, was nowhere to be seen. Only Eliot and five of his friends remained. Panic surged through the girl; everyone must have left for second period. All she could do was stare at him.

For some reason her response angered him. “You’re doing that blank face again.” He looked like he was on the brink of a meltdown. “Just show some fucking emotion!”

Matt, who had been leaning against a table, stood and shot a concerned look at his friend. “Hey, calm down man.”

Elliot just got madder; he came closer and grabbed the front of Margo’s shirt. The girls’ whole body was trembling yet all she could do was stare. At this point he was beyond furious. She watched as his hand came up and whipped against her face. Tears were pouring hot and fast from her eyes as she felt her cheek burn. His friends looked on in shock, none of them able to move, rooted to the spot. Elliot had treated Margo like shit for years but he had never once hit me before.

“Everyone! Headmaster’s office NOW!” Standing in the doorway Mrs Swift was furious. For a little old lady she had a temper, yet Margo had never seen her look as angry as she did now.

Everyone hurried out of there like the hellhounds themselves were on their heels. Everyone except Elliot. Staring at his hand, he just stood there. He looked up at the girl, shame etched across his green eyes. “Margo… I’m so sorry.”

“Out. Now.” While Elliot left, Mrs Swift walked up to her. She began inspecting the girls’ face. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too serious. Just some puffiness that will fade in a while.”

Despite herself she smiled. “Lucky for me he hits like a girl, right?”

There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Hey, in my day I threw a mean right hook.”

Margo looked up in surprise and couldn't stop the bubble of laughter that escaped.

“See, you’re feeling better already.” Her eyes narrowed. “How long has this been going on?”

She shook her head; she didn’t want to cause any more trouble than she already did.

Reluctantly, she dropped the subject and seemed to understand. She sighed. “I though you both were friends?”

She looked down at the floor, thinking about the past. “We were. A long time ago. But things happened and I changed. So did he.” That’s all she wanted to say on the matter.

“I know I said you would be fine, and you will be, but I have to insist you go see the first aider. I will call your mother and then go sort out those boys.”

Margo panicked. “No! You can’t call her!”

She seemed startled at her outburst. “But she has to know what’s hap-”

“No! Please, just don’t call her. She’s busy as work. She has no time to worry about me. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Looking conflicted, she sighed. “Alright… I won’t call her… until tomorrow. But if Mr Wright calls…”

“A day is all I need. Thank you.” Shocking herself, she reached out and gave Mrs Swift a hug. “Really, thank you.”

Wiping away her tears she began walking to the first aider like the teacher advised. “Margo.” She turned to face her teacher. “Don’t think this conversation is over.”

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