How I live now(5sos fanfic)

Chapter 2

~ I hope you like the first chapter! It was kind of just to explain her current situation a bit, nothing to fancy. Hope you're liking it!! ~

I walk through the hallway, ignoring all of the stares and giggles coming my way. I go straight to my locker and start to get my books for class. Suddenly, some grabs my hair and yanks down hard on it. 'OW WHAT THE HELL!', I roar at Caroline, the biggest bitch ever to walk the Earth. 'Oops! Sorry, must have got caught in your ugly hair. Or is it a wig? Let's find out' she sniggers, yanking my hair again. I screech in pain, grabbing her wrist and twisting it, making her scream dramatically. I didn't even twist it half way round!

Next thing you know, her stupid Jock boyfriend Tristen has me by the shoulders up against a bunch of lockers. 'Don't ever touch my girl again!' he snarls. I am terrified, he has beat me up before, but I don't let it show. I just smile sweetly and pat him on the head lightly. 'Aww, your so adorable when you're angry, Trissy!' I giggle. Well, that earned me a dig in the stomach, and he slammed me up against the lockers, before kissing Carolines wrist better.

Ew.

Clutching my stomach, I grab my books and head to class. My first class is English, and I walk in slowly, observing the people already there. Great, everyone I hate is here. Funny, everyone I hate hates me. And I hate every student in this school. They have all had a go at me some time or another. For no particular reason. I am literally the reject of the school.

Yay...

I sit in my assigned seat which is, with my terrible luck, right smack bang in the centre front of the class. People start to throw pieces of paper at me, and call me names, trying to annoy me. It does, but I just ignore them, I'm kind of used to it now.

The teacher walks in, and starts droning on about the essay we have to hand up today. As always I don't have it done. I never do. Its actually become so normal for me not to hand up assignments, that my teachers don't even ask for mine, because they know its not done. They just gather everyone elses, and hand me a questionnaire to do for the class so that they can know if I know anything about the subject.

'Okay, so today, we are going to start writing a story. It can be about whatever you want, so be imaginative. Due Monday. Oh, and, November?' Mr. Sheridan calls to me. 'Mhm?' I reply, not really caring what he has to say. 'You have to do this one too. It's an important assignment, the results go towards your overall Christmas results.'

'Ugh, fine' I whine. 'How about, since you probably don't know how to do a school assignment, seeing as you've never done one, we start practising now?' he smiles fakely at me. I look at him wildly, like a deer caught in headlights. 'What?!' I ask screechily. Oh no, he is going to make me do something in front of the class. Oh no oh no oh no. 'Get up, November, come on' he taps my shoulder. I rise from my seat shakily. I can already hear the rest of the class whispering and snickering at me. I just keep turned away from them. 'Okay, November, grab a marker from my desk and start writing out all of your ideas for a story you could write.'

I could kill that teacher right now.

I do as I'm told, picking up a blue whiteboard marker from Mr. Sheridans desk. I walk warily over to the board, pulling the cap off the marker. I stare at the board blankly.

Ugh, this is going to be a long class....

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So school was terrible. As always.

I'm on my way home from school, and once I reach home, I take a deep breath, ready for whatever mood mom is in. I walk in the door, expecting to find her lying on the couch, fast asleep. To my surprise, she was sitting at the kitchen table, examining her hands. She seemed nervous. 'Everything okay?' I ask, getting a can of coke from the refrigerator. 'Yeah', she replies blankly, not looking up from her hands. I just nod and start to head to my bedroom. But, as I start to walk out of the kitchen, she starts to call me back. 'Actually, everything is not okay. I am sick of living like this. I cant do this anymore. Not without your dad. I cant take care of you. That's why I am sending you to live in Australia with some of your dads relatives.'