my house!”
I look at Jessica, “What is she talking about?”
Jessica looks at the ground and her fingers start to scrape off her nail polish. “Well, the week for the Slave Auction is over, but-.”
“No buts!” Daisy interrupts, causing people to look over once again. “The week is over! That means you stop living at my house!”
Jessica continues, looking at me, “But Lance wants me to stay longer.”
“Don’t make it sound one sided! It’s not like you are dying to leave either,” Daisy’s face starts to turn red with rage.
“Why is it so bad if I stay longer?”
“Because I never see you! You’re always with Lance. And I can hear every single thing you say through the walls. And when it gets quiet, I get all grossed out because I know you guys are kissing and I hate it! I want it to end! It’s fine if you date him, just not in my house!” Daisy storms off.
Jessica looks after her, “I can’t stay, can I?”
I wrap my arm around her, “If you want to save your friendship, you can’t.”
“Sorry for the interruption,” the teen voice on the loudspeaker says. “Seniors attending the Second Slave Auction, will you please make your way to the auditorium? Thanks and have a nice day everyone.”
I take a deep breath as I stand up out of my desk and look at my English teacher. He nods approvingly and I feel all eyes on me as I exit the class. It was a class of all freshman so no one followed me. Seniors file out of other classrooms and some whistle at me. I ignore them as best I can and fast walk towards the theater.
About to open the back door to the building, I hear someone call my name. I stop and turn around.
“Zac?” I ask as he runs up to me. He looked gorgeous and I almost regret not kissing him. His hair was styled up, as usual. He had on his leather jacket and I was reminded of riding the motorcycle to his house.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
I nod slowly, “Alright. Just a little nervous. Not to mention cold.”
He laughs glancing at my clothes, “I bet. Listen, I will try to bid the highest I can, I promise. But, I’m sorry if I can’t. There are some people in there who have a lot more money to spend than I do.”
I smile and hug him, “Thanks Zac. For everything.”
I feel him wrap his arms around me slowly, “No problem at all.”
I pull away, “Well, I’ll see you inside.”
I o pen the door and walk inside. Staying with Zac for a week would not be bad at all.
I see Courtney in her cheerleading outfit, waiting for me.
“You ready?” she asks, looking me up and down.
I slip off Luke’s jacket and nod.
“ Okay, great. So this auction will be much shorter than the last one. But, prices will go way higher than the last one so try not to look too shocked. Remember to smile and remember how I taught you to walk. And try not to squint so much. I get it, the lights are bright, but it looked weird last time.”
I try to drone out everything Courtney says. It’s difficult though, since she is just someone you always want to look at and listen to. Her appearance and confidence when she talk s forces me to listen.
“Wait,” she says as she unzips a little pink bag. She pulls out some powder and a bru sh and starts to pat some on my face. “Didn’t want you to look shiny under the lights. You’re welcome,” she smiles and snaps the powder closed.
Five minutes later I am pushed to stand right behind the red curtains of the stage. I hear all the voices of the audience merge into one, sounding like a low roar. Courtney walks out on stage. I hear her pat on the microphone before talking.
“Attention everyone. Welcome to the Second Slave Auction! Thank you everyone for missing class, even though I’m sure you would all rather be here than stuck in some dull classroom, am I right?”
The crowd cheers and I hear Courtney giggle.
“Great enthusiasm! Well, no point in carrying this out any longer. Everyone welcome to the stage Jenna Brown!”
I walk
I look at Jessica, “What is she talking about?”
Jessica looks at the ground and her fingers start to scrape off her nail polish. “Well, the week for the Slave Auction is over, but-.”
“No buts!” Daisy interrupts, causing people to look over once again. “The week is over! That means you stop living at my house!”
Jessica continues, looking at me, “But Lance wants me to stay longer.”
“Don’t make it sound one sided! It’s not like you are dying to leave either,” Daisy’s face starts to turn red with rage.
“Why is it so bad if I stay longer?”
“Because I never see you! You’re always with Lance. And I can hear every single thing you say through the walls. And when it gets quiet, I get all grossed out because I know you guys are kissing and I hate it! I want it to end! It’s fine if you date him, just not in my house!” Daisy storms off.
Jessica looks after her, “I can’t stay, can I?”
I wrap my arm around her, “If you want to save your friendship, you can’t.”
“Sorry for the interruption,” the teen voice on the loudspeaker says. “Seniors attending the Second Slave Auction, will you please make your way to the auditorium? Thanks and have a nice day everyone.”
I take a deep breath as I stand up out of my desk and look at my English teacher. He nods approvingly and I feel all eyes on me as I exit the class. It was a class of all freshman so no one followed me. Seniors file out of other classrooms and some whistle at me. I ignore them as best I can and fast walk towards the theater.
About to open the back door to the building, I hear someone call my name. I stop and turn around.
“Zac?” I ask as he runs up to me. He looked gorgeous and I almost regret not kissing him. His hair was styled up, as usual. He had on his leather jacket and I was reminded of riding the motorcycle to his house.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
I nod slowly, “Alright. Just a little nervous. Not to mention cold.”
He laughs glancing at my clothes, “I bet. Listen, I will try to bid the highest I can, I promise. But, I’m sorry if I can’t. There are some people in there who have a lot more money to spend than I do.”
I smile and hug him, “Thanks Zac. For everything.”
I feel him wrap his arms around me slowly, “No problem at all.”
I pull away, “Well, I’ll see you inside.”
I o pen the door and walk inside. Staying with Zac for a week would not be bad at all.
I see Courtney in her cheerleading outfit, waiting for me.
“You ready?” she asks, looking me up and down.
I slip off Luke’s jacket and nod.
“ Okay, great. So this auction will be much shorter than the last one. But, prices will go way higher than the last one so try not to look too shocked. Remember to smile and remember how I taught you to walk. And try not to squint so much. I get it, the lights are bright, but it looked weird last time.”
I try to drone out everything Courtney says. It’s difficult though, since she is just someone you always want to look at and listen to. Her appearance and confidence when she talk s forces me to listen.
“Wait,” she says as she unzips a little pink bag. She pulls out some powder and a bru sh and starts to pat some on my face. “Didn’t want you to look shiny under the lights. You’re welcome,” she smiles and snaps the powder closed.
Five minutes later I am pushed to stand right behind the red curtains of the stage. I hear all the voices of the audience merge into one, sounding like a low roar. Courtney walks out on stage. I hear her pat on the microphone before talking.
“Attention everyone. Welcome to the Second Slave Auction! Thank you everyone for missing class, even though I’m sure you would all rather be here than stuck in some dull classroom, am I right?”
The crowd cheers and I hear Courtney giggle.
“Great enthusiasm! Well, no point in carrying this out any longer. Everyone welcome to the stage Jenna Brown!”
I walk
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