Fight For Good–Chapter 2: Mara Madness

The rest of the day was a blur. Mostly filled with depression, angry thoughts, and what Sophie had said back in the office.

The only class I remembered was math (just because there was only one grade, it didn’t mean that there wasn’t more than one class).

And I only remembered it because our number sentences were based off of Sophie and her famous dance.

Sophie blushed the whole time, and I just rolled my eyes at her.

I came home and threw my backpack on the couch. Mom and Dad were whispering things I couldn’t hear.

I switched on the TV.

“Sierra, your friend’s mom texted me that you have to meet her at a cherry blossom tree at school tonight, at, like, six.” Mom came over and sat next to me. “And it’s three.”

“Whatever.” A baby on TV was pouring apple sauce all over himself. His dad took a Bounty paper towel to wipe it clean off of the baby’s shirt.

“What happened?” Mom asked, narrowing her eyes at me. I kept my eyes locked with the television screen.

“Mara was being a jerk, that’s all,” I muttered. Now the man on TV was comparing Bounty paper towels with other paper towel companies.

“Sierra, stop it!” Mom slapped my cheek. I glared at her and stomped out of the room.

“You guys are jerks,” I yelled as I slammed my bedroom door behind me. I sank into my bed and started to cry. I sobbed for minutes, which felt like hours, and I finally got up and looked at the clock. 

And I was crying for hours.

It was five forty-six.

I got up and raced out of my room and out of the house, not looking back at my parents.
I took the city bus and dug into my pocket for cash. “Here,” I told the bus driver, giving him thirty bucks. “Take me to Berkley High.”

“Honey, this is more than enough–” She started, but I was already heading for the very last seat on the bus.

It was quite a long ride.

When we reached, I hopped off the bus and ran towards the big white and pink cherry blossom tree, which Sophie had been talking about. 

Except, there was bad news awaiting me.

Mara and her friends, Lilac, Prianka, and Sydney were standing there, arms crossed, glaring at me.

And then, in the middle of it all, stood Sophie, looking down at her shoes.

Her face was flaming red.

“What’s happening?!” I shouted, throwing my arms in the air. Mara started to laugh hysterically, and so did her friends.

Sophie was totally mortified.

“Uhhh,” Sophie whispered in the evening air, her eyes tripled in size.

I put my hands on my hips.

Mara snickered. “What a baby,” she sneered. “Don’t you know that Sophie ditched you for us, the cooler kids?”

“Is that true?” I whispered, looking down at my hands. How could Sophie just call me over here, just to make me feel bad?


“I’m sorry,” Sophie squeaked. I shot her a look.

She lied for the reason that she wanted me to come here.

“It was a bargain,” Sophie explained. “Mara told me that if she wasn’t allowed to hang out with me and ditch you, she would give you a beating everyday after school. So, I did this for you.”

“Um, you don’t have to be so dumb, Sophie,” I screamed. Everybody just stared at me in shock. “They were just lying, because they knew that you would tell the teachers about it, anyways. And, why did you lie to me earlier?”

“I told Dr. Jen that you have anger issues. You get mad so easily, and you might be a danger to the students who are trying to learn.” Sophie looked away.

I felt my jaw drop. My cheeks flush. My hands clench. But most of all, I felt my anger rise.

“Stop it, Sierra!” Sophie yelled. She grabbed my hands, but I twisted my way out and yelled at her.

“How could you? I don’t care if Mara bites me or kicks me or punches me! I’m a fighter, not a crybaby like you!” It felt good to take it all out. Mara, Lilac, Prianka, and Sydney just stood there, dumb-struck.

“I really thought that we were–”

WHAT?! You literally agreed to ditch me and now you’re saying that you thought we were friends?!”

Mara stepped in front of me. She had an ugly glare on her face and she was standing on her heels. She was just trying to get taller than me.

“You can get away  from my new best friend, you little ugly rat.” Mara linked her arms with Sophie and started to walk away. But then, the most ugly words spilled out of her mouth. “Come on, minions.”

Lilac, Prianka, and Sydney looked like they were about to faint. 

But they actually followed Mara.

I just stood there. 

I fell on my knees and sobbed. Just when I thought that I had an amazing friend that’ll get me more social, laugh at my jokes, help me when I’m sad…

… she ditched me.

Suddenly, I heard the crunch of gravel on the road.

My dad’s SUV drove up right next to the cherry blossom tree. And out came some worried parents.

“Honey, get in the car right now.” Mom pulled me up and pushed me into the back seat of the car. Obviously, she didn’t care one bit about why I was so down right now.

“Where’s your friend? Is she home safe?” Dad asked, looking through all of our windows.

“I don’t care about her anymore, so just go, already, will ‘ya?”

Dad glared at me. “She’s a dancer. She has to be safe.”

Of course that’s the only reason he cares about her.

“Sure, she’s safe with an evil devil that totally stole her from me,” I muttered under my breath.

“What?” Mom and Dad asked at the same time.

“Whatever.” I put my feet up on the seat in front of me. “She’s safe. She went home.” I crossed my fingers behind my back.

I hate my parents.

They didn’t even care that I was sobbing by the blossom tree!

A tear rolled down my cheek. I looked out my window, feeling strong sorrow for myself. I would never feel it for my mom. Or my dad.But maybe I feel a little bit bad for what I did to Sophie.

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  1. Anuja Raghavendra says:

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