New-unhappy? Part 18

 

The police led Gracja to the cell.

"I have to stay here?! I didn't do anything!" Gracja shouted.

"What else do you have to do? Your mother's not here anyway," the policeman said.

"Yeah, but I have the keys. I promise I won't get into any more fights!" Gracja said. The policeman looked at her with pity. He opened the bars.

"But let this be the last time!" he said as he left.

"Thank you!" Gracja shouted and ran out of the station. There was just one problem. How am I supposed to get home?!" the girl thought. She went back inside and approached the same policeman who had let her out. "

Excuse me, could you take me to Poczwarna Street? I'm new here. I've only been here a few weeks and now I have no idea where I am," Gracja said. The policeman stood up. They went to the police car. The man drove Gracja to her street. She thanked him and went home. She was glad she hadn't met Wiewiórka's parents. They would have blamed her for attacking their daughter. But it wasn't her!

Gracja entered the apartment. The phone rang. She quickly ran to it and answered.

"Hi," her mother said.

"Oh, hi!" Gracja replied.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all morning," her mother said. Gracja lied. They didn't talk long because her mother had to finish.

"I love you," her mother said and hung up the phone.

Gracja went to her room and texted Marlena. The girls were texting constantly. Gracja went and started watching a movie. She didn't intend to leave the house today. She sat in front of the TV until late that evening. Then she took a shower and went to bed after midnight. She was very tired. After all, she'd only slept a few hours last night. She fell asleep quickly. She'd had a nightmare. Suddenly, Grace woke up, drenched in sweat. She sat up abruptly and looked around the room. There was no one there. The girl got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. On her way back, she heard some cracking sounds. She was frightened. She turned on the hall light and quietly entered her father's study. She noticed a dark figure rummaging through her father's things. She started screaming. The man approached her and covered her mouth with his hands... "

Shh," the dark figure said. Grace couldn't scream. The man turned on the light and released the girl.

"What are you doing here?!" the girl screamed. Her father stood before her.

"As I know, this is still my house," he said.

"Nice one!" she shouted and left. She went to her room. She didn't care that her father had any right to be there. As far as she was concerned, he had no right to enter this apartment. After what he did to her? After what he did to her mother?! Oh no! Grace couldn't allow this!

"Get out of here!" she shouted, entering the office again.

"How are you talking to your father!?" her father yelled.

"Just like I should! You deserved it! Get out!" Gracja continued screaming. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Watch what you say, or—"

"Or what?!" Gracja screamed. Her father swung his arm and slapped her across the face. She fell to the ground. The blow was even more painful than the one from Wiewióra. Tears began to flow involuntarily down her cheeks. Her father looked at her.

"Gracja, I'm sorry—" he stammered, but she wasn't listening anymore. She ran to her room and locked herself in. She waited for her father to leave. She didn't have to wait long, but she didn't want to leave the room. She sat curled up, her cheek stinging, tears streaming down her face. She knew she'd said the right thing. Only now did she realize she had more enemies in this city than she ever had, and she'd only been here a few weeks. She cried harder and harder. It was dark outside. The entire apartment was dark. The girl slowly slid to the floor and curled up. Crying, she fell asleep...

In the morning, the doorbell woke her. She got up, sore, from the floor and went to the door. Piotrek was standing there.

"Hi, you know..." he began, but when he saw Gracja, he was speechless.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked. Piotrek went inside.

"What happened to you? Wow, you look terrible!" he said.

"Thanks," Gracja said, smiling painfully.

"What happened to you? Who did this to you?!" the boy asked.

"It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt," Gracja lied. "

You have to tell me right now who did this to you! And I'll talk to him!" Piotrek shouted. Gracja went up to him and hugged him.

"It's no one, really no one," she said, giving him a kiss on the lips. But Piotrek wouldn't give up.

"I'm leaving!" he said firmly, opening the door.

"Wait! It's Wiewióra," Gracja said quietly. The boy closed the door.

"What?!" he said, surprised.

"Yes, it's her. Are you staying now?" the girl asked. Piotrek nodded. Gracja quickly got ready and after a few minutes came to Piotrek, who was sitting in her room. She sat down next to him on the bed. Piotrek looked at her and gently stroked her cheek. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Don't cry, honey," he said, hugging her close. Gracja quickly pulled away and turned her face away. She didn't want anyone to see what her father had done. Or worse, to think it was that pink lofra.

They sat in silence for a long time. Piotrek didn't know what to say, and Gracja didn't want to. When it was almost two o'clock, Piotrek said... "

I came here to invite you to dinner. My mom wants to meet you.

" "What?" Gracja asked, surprised.

"My mom wants to meet you. I told her we have new neighbors and that they have a very nice daughter. Mom told you to come for dinner," Piotrek explained. Gracja smiled.

"I can go," she said. Piotrek smiled broadly and got out of bed. Gracja did the same.

"Shall we go?" Piotrek asked. "

Wait a moment. I'll just powder this cheek and we can go," Gracja said. After a moment, she was ready. She just changed into some more appropriate clothes and they left.

Entering Piotrek's house, Gracja felt strange. She had never seen Piotrek's mother before.

"Good morning," Gracja said, entering the kitchen behind Piotrek. A petite, middle-aged woman stood by the stove. A bit plump, she was loitering around the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning! Are you Gracja?" the woman asked.

"Yes, it's me," Gracja replied. "It smells very nice."

"I hope you like it." "That's Piotruś's favorite dish," the woman said. Piotrek blushed slightly. Gracja smiled. She helped Piotrek set the table. After a few minutes, the three of them were sitting at a large table, fully set. "

Bon appétit," Piotrek said. His mother and Gracja replied simultaneously.

"Very delicious," Gracja said.

"Thank you," Piotrek's mother replied.

After the meal, Gracja stayed with Piotrek for a while longer and then went home. She still had homework to do and a few studies to do.

The apartment, as usual, was quiet and empty. Gracja glanced at her cell phone.

"A text from Daniel, 'HEY KITTY:* WHAT'S UP?'" Gracja read, but didn't reply. She cared about Daniel, but she didn't want to make an enemy of Zuzka, even though she knew she already had one.

She started her homework, and then her studies. However, she couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking about what her father had done. He'd never hit her in his life, and now he did.

By 8 p.m., Gracja had finished that pointless study. She went to watch TV. But nothing interesting happened. The girl ran the tub and took a bubble bath. She washed her slightly sore arm, or rather shoulder. Her leg hurt too. And it was all because of that Squirrel!

She'd been in the tub for over an hour, and when she came out, the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole and opened it immediately, throwing herself into her mother's arms.

"I missed her too," her mother said, laughing. For so long, Gracja had been happy that her mother had returned home. She missed her mother so much. It's true that she was rarely home, but she was there. Her mother told Gracja about her business trip. Gracja listened with rapt attention. Then they made casseroles and watched a movie that Gracja had rented a long time ago. Gracja was so happy that her mother finally remembered she had a daughter. It was the best evening with her mother that Gracja had ever experienced in this city...

As Gracja went to bed, she no longer thought about her father or Squirrel. She thought about the good things. After all, Piotrek, Daniel, Renata—those are the good things. Renata... I wonder what's wrong with her?—Gracja thought, and fell asleep. She woke up a few minutes before 11 and immediately started getting ready for school. She left the house at 11:20, almost late. However, she arrived on the second floor just as the bell rang. Renata was already there. She had a few bruises and plasters. Gracja ran to her and hugged her.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" Gracja said.

"Me too!" Gracja said. The girls chatted until the teacher arrived.

"Line up!" Mrs. Ulka shouted in a terrible voice.

The class lined up and entered the classroom. The lesson was boring as usual. Then came homeroom, which was impossible to be bored during. They were electing their class council.

"Who wants to stay on the student council?" Mr. Janusz asked. Zuzka, Grzesiek, Magda, Elka, Jacek, Agnieszka, and...Gracja volunteered. "

Remember, we're not voting for ourselves because that would be pointless. We're voting for the one person who you think deserves to be the host," Mr. Janusz joked. Everyone took out a scrap of paper and scribbled the name of the person they voted for. Gracja voted for Grzesiek. He seemed like a nice and trustworthy person to her. "

Someone will count the votes soon... or else! Renata, you write the most beautifully. Come to the board and write the names of the people who volunteered," Mr. Kamiński ordered. Renata quickly completed the "task." "Now I'll read the name, and you'll put a line next to it."

Renata nodded, and the class fell silent.

"First vote for Zuzanna," Kamiński said.

"Not Zuzanna!" Zuzka shouted.

"Yes, yes. Second for Agnieszka."

And so, after a few minutes, Gracja and Zuzka had the same number of votes. "

So we're tied here for now, but there's still one card left. I'll check who the vote is for in a moment," Kamiński said, opening the card. Gracja looked at Zuzka. She was looking back at her. "The last vote was cast for... == ... I'll laugh a little, that's true, so you can keep writing your "clever" comments:) Cheers :P