Don't be harsh as this is my first book.
This isn't edited so you've been warned
There's also cussing soooo......
Kendall Fintry's POV
Shit! I'm late. Why didn't my alarm go off? I smoothly jump out of bed. When I mean smoothly, I meant to say jump out of my warm bed too fast giving me a whiplash, as my feet harshly making contact with the ground, making my knees buckle.
I open up my closet door. Quickly pulling off a plain, grey sweatshirt off a hanger, as well as some black leggings. I slip them on, while I walk to the kitchen. Stuck onto the kitchen island, my mum's bubbly handwriting was on the sticky note saying 'Morning honey, didn't want to wake you up. You can skip school today.' Is she crazy? I have a perfect attendance I need to not break, but I will if I don't leave the house right now!
Swiftly grabbing a shiny, red apple from the fruit basket. I run to the front door, with the apple in-between my teeth as I try to put my black converse on. After struggling to tie the laces, I take my bag from the floor racing out of my front door.
Fuck! Only got six minutes to get to school. Taking my blue penny board out from the bushes, because I didn't want my parents to know I ride one. I skate all the way to school.
I arrive 2 minutes to spare at Jefferson High School, what I call hell, not because of the teachers. The teachers are the best, but the people who attend high school there like to make me live hell. Especially Hayden Turner and his friends.
Opening up my locker, the warning bell rings meaning you must start to go to class. Shutting my locker door quietly, so no one notices my presence. I walk the deserted hallways to the science class.As I walk into the room just as the bell rings. All heads turn to me, disgust shown on their faces.
"Damn it! I thought she wouldn't be here today." I could hear people mumbling to each other. "I wish she wasn't even here."
I walk menacingly slow to the seat at the back of the room. Their eyes attached to my five foot five body.
"Morning class" Miss Wesley greeted to us.
I took this moment to sit down, while everyone had their attention to the teacher.
"Morning Kendall" Miss Wesley greeted me with a warm smile on her face. She's always been my favourite teacher.
"Ugly bitch" someone said while he coughed, loud enough for the students to hear but not the teachers. Everyone chuckled, agreeing to what that person said.
I didn't feel hurt by what the person said, to me it's normal. I'm thankful they did that verbally instead of physically. I only get hurt physically around twice a day, once if I'm lucky.
Oh my gosh. That's why everyone was looking at me in disguise, not like they don't do that everyday. But I forgot to brush my hair, making me look like a birds nest was created on my head. I try to comb out my hair with my fingers, tying it up into a messy ponytail.
All I could hear from Miss Wesley was words that didn't make any sense to me. I was supposed to be taking notes, but her words weren't processing in my brain. I'm going to be so fucked when I need to study today.
Thankfully the bell rings, signaling it was lunch. The periods today weren't that bad, like the morning classes I could bear. All the students did was just call me names and give me their homework to do, threatening me if I didn't do it. It wasn't as bad as other days, where they would trip me over when I walk to my desk, punch my stomach while I'm in the hallways, walking to class.
I'm on my way to the place where my life is put in risk, the cafeteria. I don't usually go there, but I must because I forgot to pack lunch because I was rushing to get to school. I usually just eat in the girls toilet, with the stall locked. Listening to girls gossip and bitch about girls and about who was cute and and they're next hook up was.
On my way to the cafeteria, I'm yanked back by my hair. "Hey, fuck off and stop pulling my hair!" I turn my head to look at who pulled me back. Oh shit, I shouldn't have said that. Hayden Turner was roughly six inches away from me. He wore a smirk on his face all the time. He pushed my back harshly against the lockers, creating a loud crash sound. That's most definitely leaving a bruise. But I knew that was only the beginning of me being beat up.
It was always the same, he would beat me up at school. I would lay there receiving all his punches and kicks. Call me names, and leave me there in the hallway. Sometimes people would crowd around and cheer him on.
Have I mentioned I have no friends? Unless my mom counts.
Authors Note
AHHHHHH! I'm soooo excited, this is my first book and everything here is not to be copied by anyone!
I don't even know if you guys wanted me to continue so I would love comments in the comments if you want me to continue.
Thanks for reading the first chapter.
Also if this book continues I was thinking of making another book called Badboy Knows Best. Watcha think?
Hey did I tell you this first chapter consists of 953 words.
Vomment on my book if you want
Andrea
