CHAPTER 3:
I have English and currently I am I’d rather be in a tank full of sharks. I got placed in the corner of the room in my own table every now and then I’d get paper balls get thrown at me or spit balls, or people shouting/whispering across the class room words that burnt my ears to hear. Stuff like: whore; sket; slut; tramp; bitch. But I kept quiet I didn’t dare tell the teacher about what they are doing to me. I kept my head down the whole time and let a tear slide down my cheek. Mr McNally would ask me if I’m alright or if I’m paying attention every now and then, but I’d answer yes or I’m alright.
A screeching noise rang the noise I was desperate to hear a long time ago. Signalling it was the end of the first lesson. I start packing up my things and my books; pencils etc. I was last to leave I was scared in case my primary life was gonna happen again in high school. I was hoping for the best but by the looks of it, hope wasn’t going the way I wanted it to.
I walked slowly and saw…. Urgh! What’s his name again herny parry ha… harr…harry? Yes! Harry! Leaning against the wall opposite the door. He stood up straight as soon as I left. I took no notice and walked straight pass him, and acted like I didn’t see him. “Hey! Alanna! Wait up!” he said as soon as he said that I picked up my speed up the stairs to the 2nd floor to my maths lesson. But he catches up in no time “hey wait!” he said softly than he tended to, “What’s up?” WHATS UP? Is this fuking bastard asking me what’s up when he and his “crew” were throwing spit balls at me all day!! “ ask yourself! and don’t ever talk to me again!!” I shouted in the hallway as all the people using the upstairs cases looked at me. I looked at him again and let out a huff, and stormed off to my lesson, as he just stood there like I slapped him, (and I wish I did but that’s too harsh, considering the fact I just met him 1and a half hour ago).
As I sit myself down in the usual place in the corner of the room on my own (obv), I started thinking about what I’ve done now to my so called friend.
I get distracted as he walks in his head hanging in between his shoulders. The look on his face killed me. It really did. I couldn’t bear seeing him like this. But I couldn’t do anything that happened in the past. What happened is what happened I could only go forward and try mend everything.
The whole lesson was awkward but my thoughts kept wondering to him! I couldn’t keep my head straight. I need to talk to him I thought. I can’t keep doing this to myself, or otherwise I can go commit suicide. I need to hear his husky, deep voice; those mesmerizing, hypnotizing eyes. A gorgeous colour of sea green and light blue mixed together.
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