Far Away || m.c

Chapter 8

Graces P.O.V

Once again i dragged myself out of bed, dreading another day. I told Michael about school, and he said i could text im if i ever felt lonely. That would basically be 24/7. i decided to make more of an effort with my appearence, to make sure people knew that i didnt care. my eyeliner was simple with a small black flick on the end. my hair was tied back into an overly messy ponytail. My skinny jeans fit me perfectly, which meant they'd be tight in a week. i grabbed my scissors and quickly created two large holes, one in eiher knee. i tugged at the threads around the edge to complete it. While tucking my Arctic Monkeys shirt into my jeans, my phone buzzed, casuing the job to be half completed.

7:35am

Michael: Have a teriffic day at school gorgeous :)))) xxx

my lazy tired mood was instantly changed to bubbly and happy. i threw my flannel over my half tucked in shirt, and pulled my backpack over my shoulder.

"GRACE SHOULDNT YOU BE WALKING TO THE BUS STOP BY NOW?!" my mum yelled.

During my crazy sprinting down the stairs, the contents of my bag came tumbling out causing a huge noise to echo around my house.

"FOR GOD SAKE" i cursed before bendijng down and picking up my stuff. A small envelope was jutting out of the top my notebook and it was adressed to me in my dads handwriting. My mothers voice yelling continued to echo around the house, so i shoved the letter into my back pocket and continued to sprint towards the door.

My Dr.Martens were slipped on and my laces were undone. i noticed as i was walking to the bus stop, my jeans continuously slid past my waist, and as i pulled them up, i could feel my hip bones. i was always a healthy weight and size, but during this past week i haven't been concentrating on eating. The bus stop came into view, along with the usual people who were there. I pushed my earphones into my ears and shuffled my playlist.

"hey punk you haven't been at school in a while." each word caused the boy to move closer to me. he was the usual bully, probably one who hangs around Ashton. I pretended to not hear him which obviously made him mad.

"I AM TALKING TO YOU!" he yelled tugging at my ear phones. i couldnt hold in my rage any longer.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE AND GO HARASS SOMEBODY ELSE YOU SPOILT RICH KID!" i pushed my earphones back into my ears and pered at his annoyed look from the corner of my eye. the bus had finally come and everybody was staring at me. i waited for everyone to get on so i could go on last. The older popular boys sat at the back as usual, and a few older people were scattered around the middle. The letter in my back pocket crinkled as i sat down, and since I was on a 1/2 an hour bus journey, I was gonna read it.

Dear Grace

I know that you probably don't like me, or even care about me after what I said to your mother. I know you heard me because I heard you run up the stairs. I've changed my number so I can have a fresh start, and im living in the holiday house in Mexico for a bit. Before I tell you this Grace I want you to know that I will always love you, and you will always be my beautiful daughter, okay? Well I know you don't know about what happened to your brother. We were on the way to one of your brothers job interviews in making music. He told everyone he wanted to do law, but he was secretly going to a recording studio and learning the basics of making music. When we were halfway there, your mother and I started to argue. Your brother being the great man he was, tried to calm us down. And another car came into his side of  ours. I regret everything about this. In everyway this is both mine and your mothers fault. If you are reading this letter, then I hope you come visit me. When you feel comfortable with it that is.

With Love

From

Dad

My eyes started to fill up. What love? If he loved me why did he leave? Why couldn't he just have told me this in person instead of writing me a letter? And of course he had to run away to the holiday house. I pulled the paper down causing it to be split in half. It was the scrunched up and shoved back into my backpack. The black makeup was smeared across my fingers, and I could see the black tears falling onto my jeans.

Michaels P.O.V

Today was going to be my first day in choosing my school classes. We did this thing, when we got into Year 11 we would do take classes occasionally on something non educational. It was in some ways still 'work' but, the point was to go on trips and stuff during the stressful GCSE period.

I walked throught the gates confidently, scanning the grounds for Calum and Luke. They weren't usually on time so I didn't know why I bothered to look. I entered my classroom as always. Finding my lonely place in the back corner, and approaching it without making eye contact with anyone. It wasn't because I was hated or anything, I just didn't really have any friends other than Luke and Calum. My bag was carlessly shoved underneath my desk, causing the cans of energy drink I had stashed away to hit against each other.

Finally Luke came through the door.
"Wow Luke so punctual." My sarcasm was not always very much appreciated at 8am.
"Shut up, I had a long night?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fists.
"Haha what were you doing mas-"
"NOT NOW MICHAEL!" He yelled before giggling under his breath.
"I really fucking hate you Michael." My phone buzzed straight after Luke had finished his sentence. It was Grace.
"Who's that?" Luke leaned forward and peered at my screen. I hid the phone in my chest and shook my head.
"Oooooooo are you dating?" He joked. When I didn't reply he looked up at me and yelled:
"HOLY FUCK! HOW COME IM STILL SINGLE AND YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND??!!" Calum was standing behind Luke and quickly chimed into the conversation.
"Guys she's not my girlfriend, she's just my really good friend off the internet." I smirked and our class teacher walked in.
"Dude your spilling everything at lunch." Luke ordered, turning and facing our teacher.