Not Like The Others

That's What You Think.

It's Thursday and today I have half a day at 'school'. Which means spending my other half of the day waiting for Jeremy or Matt to text me and invite me somewhere, most likely the grill.

Right now, it's 6:45am which means 'school' starts in 15 minutes. I'm not ready, well I don't need to be because I could go downstairs and learn in my pjs; but- Alaric doesn't condone that behaviour. He likes me to dress in my 'school' wear, which consists of a grey cardigan over a white blouse and a grey skirt. I also have to wear white knee socks or black tights along with my shiny pumps.

Monday-Friday, my house is my personal hell. It feels like the same day repeating over and over again. Waking up at 6:45 daily just to go downstairs into the living room, kills me from inside out.

Anyway, first 'lesson' is maths, my favourite subject. I know I'm a nerd and I do enjoy most aspects of maths that I can do. But when I get something wrong or someone tells me how to do something, I snap and tell myself I'm right. This is why I don't like people because I can't take their opinion, no matter how much I say I don't care. I do. A lot.

So maths, then PE (my worst lesson) and my final lesson history- of course.

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[]-Matt
()-Lottie
{}-Jeremy

Group Name: Squad.

[Hey Jer do you wanna sneak out of school and go to the grill?]

{Already out.}

(Oh okay guys. Thanks haha)

[What?]

{What?}

(Dm. U guys have fun.)

[Seriously Lottie? We were going to come and get you.]

(Lol. Tell urself that.)

[Jer?]

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"So, is that school done now?" I ask Alaric. Sometimes he likes to keep me back if he doesn't think I've tried hard enough.

"Do you think you did better than yesterday? Better understanding?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. I do. Thanks Alaric." I shout, already running up the stairs.

"Why do you call me that?" He shouts back, getting ignored as I throw my hanging out with the guys clothes on.

I put on my black jeans, black socks, plain white shirt and a red plaid shirt.

"Shit." I curse as I stub my toe on my bed, trying to rush around for my trainers, I mean sneakers.

Falling out of the oak wood door frame, hopping, trying to put my other shoe on. I finally get it on and slide down the banister, well shuffle. I grab my keys and shout "bye, dad." And with that, my weekly Thursday social session starts.

I walk to the grill as I don't have a drivers license yet. It's a 5 minute walk so it isn't that bad.

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I open the door to the grill forcefully as it's extremely windy today. My hair, by the way is sadly in no fit state for socialisation.

Walking in, there's the normal group who don't go to school much as they are about the 'adventurous' life, some how they try to chase the 'animals' that attack innocent people.

There's the normal guy at the bar, Damon, drinking his usual drink. Jenna Gilbert aside him, laughing. I look for Matt, he isn't bar tending today. Well he did sneak out of school.