The Alliance

Chapter 12

Nothing interesting happened for the rest of the week. My english teacher let me and Nevaeh re-take the English test, and we both passed, which we were happy about. I had to stay late Wednesday to study with Daniel. I was still nervous about being alone with him, but thankfully Alisha said she would give me a ride home, so when I left the library, I let out a sigh of relief knowing I didn't have to endure a car ride alone with Daniel.

I smiles as I walked around. I don't think I've woken up to happy in a long time. And for no reason. Is this what being generally happy is like?

I wore fewer layers today because it wasn't as cold. I wore sweatpants and a coat over my shirt.

I frowned as I stared in the mirror. 

Despite the sweatpants, I still felt like everyone, could see my skinny legs, and since my shirt wasn't oversized, people could see my chest. Or I guess, couldn't see, because it's like my boobs don't exist. I can't even fill an A cup.

Is there a cup size smaller than that? Or do I have to wear bras designed for 12-year-olds for the rest of my life?

I cupped my breasts and stared in the mirror. There was almost nothing. I swallowed, my eyes trailing my body.

I zipped on my coat. It looked better, but my legs were still a problem. Maybe if I could take the attention off my legs. Maybe to my face?

I knelt in the mirror and wished I didn't. Up close, I could see my textured skin. My acne on my cheeks and forehead. My pores. I put my hair down, trying to hide my acne, and put a hat on so my hair stayed put.

"Ava, get up and—"

I stand up, mortified. I look in the mirror and see my dad standing there, his eyes wide. God, even my mom would have been better.

Anything would be better than this.

My face feels like it's on fire.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, and he takes a step back, his widened eyes looking at the ground, the door creaking as he slowly closes it.

Oh god.

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The day started horribly, and it got even worse when we had a test in English class. I wasn't sure how I did, but I had a feeling it wasn't great. I wonder if I'll get an English tutor next.

I was excited about the art class. I was the third one there, and I smiles at Mr. Jackson as I walked by. I sat down, and pulled out my phone to text Alisha and ask her if she would be here today.

"Hello there, Mr. J!" Alisha skipped into art class, saluting Mr. Jackson.

He salutes back. "We've missed you, Ms. Marshall." He said since she wasn't here yesterday.

"Sorry, I was feeling horrible yesterday," Alisha says as she sits down next to me, and hugs me.

Mr. Jackson raises an eyebrow. "That's why your science teacher said he saw you leaving before the first period?"

Alisha gasps. "That is so not true!"

He nods. "Mmm-hmm. Here's the work you missed from yesterday." He hands her a few pages of work that we definitely didn't do.

"What? Homework? Are you kidding me? This is art class!" Alisha throws her hands in the air.

"Did you do this work yesterday?" Alisha asks me, and as against what I am about lying, I nod.

"Shit." Her eyes widen. "Sorry Mr. J."

Then her eyes narrowed. "I take my sorry back." She crosses her arms.