UNTIL GRACE

Chapter 4

Sarah's POV

I was passing through Miss Spencer's classroom and I heard her conversation with Queen.

"You are not getting any better at my class and I'm very disappointed. If you keep this up then I might just just have to report to the head to get extra help for you."

"You don't need to do that, my parents can."

"I know your parents are really influential, but they might not get the right help for you."

"Are you saying my parents can't make the right choices for me? Is that it?"

"No, I'm saying it's better that someone in a teacher's field who knows your problem helps you rather than someone else."

"Well, I'll hear what my parents have to say about this," she stormed out and saw me.

"Is everything okay, Queen?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, it's fine, I'll just have to teach that teacher a lesson."

After she left, I continued walking and stopped when I saw Henry and James entering the music room.

They played their instruments, a tune I would never forget came through and I stayed glued to the area.

It was reckless love, and it used to be my favourite song. Used to be.

But as I continued listening, I grew angrier and angrier and when they stopped, I felt so terrible.

I stormed off to the girls bathroom, my private area. Literally. I put up a sign that said it was my cubicle.

It wasn't invaded because I knew that everyone is afraid of the Black Queen's team, our so called gang.

Oh the overwhelming, never ending, reckless love of God. Oh it chases me down, fights till I'm found, leaves the ninety nine. And I couldn't earn it, I don't deserve it, still you gave yourself away.

Ugh! That song needs to get out, I'm tired of hearing those lies. Those fibs and tales!

"Why, why won't you just leave me alone!" I screamed and kicked the door open, startling a girl a little.

I grabbed my bag and ran out, accidentally bumping into the boy who came to me earlier. Christian boy and his friend.

"Sorry, are you okay?" He asked.

"What's it to you?"

I continued fuming and walked out of the school, the security guard shouting and telling me it wasn't time to go home yet.

I ran to the bridge and stared into the water. The roads were empty so I was free to scream and shout.

"Why! Why do you keep doing this to me!" I screamed, letting out my anger. "How much more should I take? First it was my mom and now, I have to live with the person I hate the most. Why do you keep doing this?"

I felt warm tears roll down my cheeks. I leaned on the railing watching the water flow.

"You know, big guy. Mom and I used to come here everyday. This was our spot in the evening. She'd, she'd play around with me and keep me from getting too close to the railing and then, she disappeared. No, she was taken away from me. You took her away from me."

"No he didn't," I heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Christian boy.

"Why are you here? Why did you follow me? Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Well, I could ask you the same thing," he stood beside me. "Well, following someone is not usually my cup of tea and neither is leaving school during lessons."