Girl I Know
Prologue
Calli sat in her 6th period class, completely bored out of her mind. She stared blankly at the lecturing teacher at the front of the room, not even attempting to pay attention anymore. It was nearly 1:45 and Calli couldn't wait to get home. She had planned on asking her dad if he would buy her tickets to an upcoming concert she was dying to go to.
"Ms. Price, you're wanted in the front office." Calli's head snapped up towards her teacher. The adult gestured towards the door, and Calli nodded. Sliding her notebook and pencil into her backpack, she slung the bag over shoulder and left the small English classroom.
As she walked down the hall, butterflies began to form in her stomach. She couldn't remember doing anything wrong, and her grades were good. Parents weren't allowed to sign their kids out after 1:30, so she knew it wasn't her father or step-mother. Her body became hot with nervousness when she couldn't find any explanation as to why she was being sent to the office.
She drug her fingers down the off white wall as she walked until she stopped in front of a door labeled Main Office. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open, walking inside hesitantly.
"Hi, I'm Calli Price," she said softly to the women behind the desk in front of her. The women looked up at Calli with sorrowful eyes and pointed to the two policemen standing over towards her left. She hadn't even noticed them until now. Her forehead, coated in a thin layer of sweat, wrinkled in confusion. Calli knew for a fact she hadn't done anything wrong that would cause law enforcement to become involved.
"Ms. Price?" The male that acknowledged her was probably around thirty-five. He looked to be a kind and easy-going man, so this kind of news probably wasn't his favorite to tell.
"We are sorry to say, but you're father, Mr. Ryan Price, was found dead at the scene of a car accident around one o' clock..."
Calli's whole body went numb as he continued to explain the horrific details of her father's death. Her knees buckled and before she could even make it to a chair, she had fallen to the floor. A few silent tears fell from her face, which led her to start bawling just seconds later. Her face sunk further into her hands as his words began to process in her head.
"...also, you're step-mother, Judy, is no where to be found. We are trying to track her but in the mean time, you can stay with a friend of your choice. Again, I'm so sorry, Ms. Price." She shook her head and pushed herself up off the ground, still unable to control her sobs.
In that very moment, Calli cursed God. She cursed him and everything he stood for, everything she had ever believed him to be. He had stolen the only family she had and didn't bother taking her selfish step-mother who had no sympathy for the situation. And what was she left with? A couple bucks in her wallet and six months left of high school. She had been plucked out of reality and forced to endure some kind of sick punishment that she didn't deserve.
She had nothing to say to the officers. And even if she did, the whimpers continuously pouring from her throat wouldn't have allowed her. So, instead of standing there and being taunted with looks of shock and sadness, she left. She turned on her heel and raced away from the school, from her home town, from her life.
That was the first time Calli had ever experienced true heart break. The first time she had actually felt a chunk of her heart being torn from her chest and crushed in front of her face. But the worst part was, this wasn't the last time she would feel this way.
"Ms. Price, you're wanted in the front office." Calli's head snapped up towards her teacher. The adult gestured towards the door, and Calli nodded. Sliding her notebook and pencil into her backpack, she slung the bag over shoulder and left the small English classroom.
As she walked down the hall, butterflies began to form in her stomach. She couldn't remember doing anything wrong, and her grades were good. Parents weren't allowed to sign their kids out after 1:30, so she knew it wasn't her father or step-mother. Her body became hot with nervousness when she couldn't find any explanation as to why she was being sent to the office.
She drug her fingers down the off white wall as she walked until she stopped in front of a door labeled Main Office. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open, walking inside hesitantly.
"Hi, I'm Calli Price," she said softly to the women behind the desk in front of her. The women looked up at Calli with sorrowful eyes and pointed to the two policemen standing over towards her left. She hadn't even noticed them until now. Her forehead, coated in a thin layer of sweat, wrinkled in confusion. Calli knew for a fact she hadn't done anything wrong that would cause law enforcement to become involved.
"Ms. Price?" The male that acknowledged her was probably around thirty-five. He looked to be a kind and easy-going man, so this kind of news probably wasn't his favorite to tell.
"We are sorry to say, but you're father, Mr. Ryan Price, was found dead at the scene of a car accident around one o' clock..."
Calli's whole body went numb as he continued to explain the horrific details of her father's death. Her knees buckled and before she could even make it to a chair, she had fallen to the floor. A few silent tears fell from her face, which led her to start bawling just seconds later. Her face sunk further into her hands as his words began to process in her head.
"...also, you're step-mother, Judy, is no where to be found. We are trying to track her but in the mean time, you can stay with a friend of your choice. Again, I'm so sorry, Ms. Price." She shook her head and pushed herself up off the ground, still unable to control her sobs.
In that very moment, Calli cursed God. She cursed him and everything he stood for, everything she had ever believed him to be. He had stolen the only family she had and didn't bother taking her selfish step-mother who had no sympathy for the situation. And what was she left with? A couple bucks in her wallet and six months left of high school. She had been plucked out of reality and forced to endure some kind of sick punishment that she didn't deserve.
She had nothing to say to the officers. And even if she did, the whimpers continuously pouring from her throat wouldn't have allowed her. So, instead of standing there and being taunted with looks of shock and sadness, she left. She turned on her heel and raced away from the school, from her home town, from her life.
That was the first time Calli had ever experienced true heart break. The first time she had actually felt a chunk of her heart being torn from her chest and crushed in front of her face. But the worst part was, this wasn't the last time she would feel this way.
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