A Different Kind of Friend
The sun arose to breech behind the girl`s curtains. The birds sang their happy song, to the sad girl. Her daddy was most likely knocked out from alcohol consumption, giving her enough time to leave for school. A groan fell from her pink lips as she slowly sat up, wincing as she did so. She could feel the pain in her ribs from the brutal beating she had gotten from her drunk, sorry excuse of a father the night before. She pivoted her body so her long, tan legs, fell over the side of her twin sized bed. She could feel her raven hair braided down her back, a bad habit she had when she was upset or nervous.
It didn`t take long for the young girl, whom had the name of Sadie, to get ready. She wore no makeup but the cover up to hide the bruises along her tiny framed face, and had only wore her jeans, a white t-shirt with a jacket, and her boots. Around her waist was her barrel racing belt buckle and cow leather belt. She was a modest girl, much to her best friend`s disliking. Kaelie had always saw the best in Sadie, but Sadie never saw it. Pulling away from the mirror, Sadie brushed both teeth and hair, and let the thick locks rest over her shoulder.
Sadie checked the time; 5:44. It took at least an hour to get into town, and Sadie did not want to endure another scolding from the principal for being late, which lead to a contact call to her father, which meant endless beatings and callings of being worthless through out the night. Grabbing her phone, and book bag, Sadie left to slowly descend the stairs, and grabbing a green apple. She peered over her shoulder, looking at a peaceful looking Bradley Kinney, Sadie Kinney`s father, who laid sleeping with an empty bottle of bourbon in his hand.
Sadie sighed, grabbing her keys and leaving the tiny farmhouse. Sadie walked to her truck, gazing out over the foggy meadows of Montana. She could hear the whinnies coming from the barn, but knew the stable hand her mother had hired was going to be feeding them. He always did, Monday through Friday, and on this new spring day of Friday, it was the last day he would be coming. Permanently. He was leaving because Sadie could no longer pay him. She was failing her classes after working up to six jobs a day just to work up enough to pay him each day. She just couldn`t deal with the dress.
About an hour later, Sadie`s 1980`s Chevy truck pulled into to West King High. Sadie was sixteen, which meant she was in tenth grade. Almost the bottom of the food chain. She could see the swarms of teenagers emerging from their cars and running into the classrooms to avoid being late. Sadie was one of those teenagers. Quickly jumping out of the faded red truck, she manually locked it and ran into her first period; Gym. Oh joy.