Creative Writing: Step Daddy Cade

It had completely stopped raining by morning and the sun was giving off a warm, hazy effect as I headed out for school. The ground was still pretty soggy even though the moisture was evaporating fast, and there were plenty of puddles along on the sides of the roadway that spewed out stretching across the street making the landscape look like it’d been dappled with small lakes. As I walked, I did my best to avoid getting wet from these puddles even trying to tiptoe my way through the ones I couldn't find a way around. Several strays had joined me in my journey once I’d made it to the vacant field not far from my house where they had liked to congregate. One of them happened to be Midnight. To me her thick, black coat appeared shiny; maybe even still a little damp as if she’d been caught out in a portion of last night’s storm. When I had gotten to school, I found myself desperately hoping that nobody—especially the bitches and their meatheads—was going to try to mess with me today. I just wanted to slip through the day unnoticed. The way I felt, after everything that had happened lately, if anybody tried messing with me today, Step Daddy Cade wouldn't be the only one in the I.C.U. Luckily, my locker …show more content…
The only looks that I had received were from a stoner named Cory Slater. At first, I thought he was just trying to be a jerk by staring me down—thinking he was intimidating me somehow. But after a while I noticed that he wasn’t really intending to be a jerk at all. He was just being a pervert and checking out my breast the whole time, which I found a little amusing. It had been a long time since I’d noticed a boy staring at me because he wanted to get with me, and not because he thought I was an evil witch. I had forgotten what that was like. Back in Saraland, I had taken all the boys’ interests in me for granted, never having thought the well would dry up one day. Well, at least not as soon as it did