Believers {Z.M}

~~2~~

I hop out of bed and shrug off the thought of Vanessa. My therapist had deemed me suicidal. The day Vanessa left me, I started cutting, again. If only she knew how much I missed her, even though she's put me through so much.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mom drinking a cup of coffee. "Well you're up early," I smirked. My mom, Clara, was not a morning person. Mom playfully smacked my arm, "Oh shut up Shaun, I've been working all night on this new project at work," she said while rubbing her forehead. "Oh," I said, a little upset. Of course she did. She always did.

My mom never got a day off, her boss was terrible. Always bossing her around, pushing her around, like he did work anyways. Sometimes, I wished I could just stand up to him. But, I just... can't. And now I realize that I'm letting people push me around. I need to speak up if I want to get any better.

"Well I'm gonna get ready for school then...". I quickly went up the stairs to my room, and threw myself on my bed with a big sigh. "Why me?" I questioned myself. "Why?" I sobbed on my sheets until my mom came upstairs to bring me to school.

******************************************************************************** It was the first day of school, and I was not in the mood. I walked clumsily to my new homeroom to greet my teacher. I glanced from my schedule to the young teacher standing in front of me. "Good morning Mr...Grabber?" I looked at my new teacher with confusion. "That's my name, grabbing's my game!" He said a little too enthusiastically. "Um. I'm just gonna.." He nodded a little too quickly and gesture for me to enter the classroom.

I looked around to see if there were any new faces, or if there were the same noobs from last year. I scanned for any seat, but I was shocked to find that the only seat available was seated next to...Vanessa?