It will be fine. . . . I promise?

Chapter 15~ Abandoned

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Ohh Well (: This is the next update :D Wow that didnt take long haha. This is probably the fastest update ive done. Yay me!! yuk that sound conceited. haha

I walked up gravel path of my school, avoiding all stares that throew daggers into my skin. I dont know why they did that. I dont know what I did.

Did they hate me?

Was it what I was wearing?

I was only wearing a pear of dark blue skinny jeans, black converse, a white long sleeve top and a cream coat. 

Was that against their likings?

What did they expect me to wear? 

A pink mini skirt and a skimpy white singlet with 5 inch heels? 

Im not a slut? Im a virgin! Hello!? '

I walked up the steps, and made my way down the corrider. The second I stepped in the hall went quite and all eyes were on me. 

I bit down on my lip, keeping my head down low, making sure I dont make any eye contact with anyone, or i'l surely break. 

I hugged onto my books as much as I could, looking for my first class.

Photography. 

I found my class and went and sat down at the front. Taking y notepad out and doodling random things on it to pass time. I was the only one in there. I was alone like always. 

I felt miserable. 

Useless.

Worthless.

I felt empty.

The sound of the school bell startled me. I looked up to the door and saw the class rushing in to take there places in class. 

No one made eye contact with me. Instead they all made there way to the back of the class, staying as far away from me as they could possibly get.

The teacher walked in and gave me a genuine smiled, and continued with the lesson. 

I didnt know what was going on. But I couldnt help the feeling that it had something to do with Paris.

Maybe she twisted the story, making it look like I was the bad guy.

Or did she threaten everyone? Saying if they even talked to me she'd screw their life up, like she's done to mine.

The class went by quickly. Too quickly in my opinion.

The class scurried out the class, avoiding me once again. I got up off my seat and packed my stuff up. 

I went to walk out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden touch but turned around to see who had caught my attention.

"Are you ok?" My teacher, Mrs Murray, asked with a worried look on her face. I bit down on my lip, holding in the tears that forced to stream down my rosy cheeks.

"Yeah... Im fine." I said, leaving her standing there, concerned and worried. 

I walked down the corrider, once again earning glares. 

Boy if looks could kill, I'd be a goner.

I walked up to my locker and noticed that someone thought it would be funny to draw all over it. 

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.