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Songs for this chapter:
~ Goner- Twenty One Pilots
~ What About Angels - Birdy
~ Fix You - Coldplay
~* Mallory's POV *~
The autumn leaves crunched beneath my feet as I shuffled up the sidewalk. Distant murmurs of other student's conversations surrounded me, the only thing breaking the silent world I live in.
I walked up the front steps of the unfamiliar building. I opened the door to the school, a blast of warm air hitting me. I shivered at the sudden temperature change.
I slowly trudged down the hallway towards my first class, which was math. The empty classroom was almost eerie with silence. I sat down at a desk and pulled out my textbook, pretending like I was the good student that everyone at my old school thought I was.
Soon, more students arrived, and soft chattering filled the room. But it was blocked out by my own thoughts. I could still hear the glass shattering as my dad slammed the ceramic plate into the floor......
"Good morning, class." a tired-looking teacher said, walking into the classroom. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and appeared pale and sleepy, as if he had forgotten his morning coffee. I already knew that today was going to suck.
The class just continued to buzz with conversation, as if the teacher wasn't even there. He angrily went up to the front of the classroom and grabbed a yardstick. I froze. Is this one of those schools that believes heavily in corporal punishment, or....?
The yardstick came down onto the whiteboard with an ear shattering THWACK!
'CRASH!!!!! "YOU STUPID B*TCH!!" my dad had screamed, throwing plate after plate, bowl after bowl.' I winced as the memory played in my head.
The class abruptly went silent, and all eyes flew to the teacher. He glared at us, as if we were a bunch of dogs that had stolen his breakfast.
"You're high school juniors." he snarled. "You know better."
The class groaned and snickered, rolling their eyes and secretly mocking the teacher. I put my head down on my desk and sighed.
"Now, let's get on with our lesson." he said, grabbing a whiteboard marker. I opened up my textbook to the designated page, and began to follow along.
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Hours later, when the bell rang for the end of the day, I quickly scurried towards the front door of the school. Loud waves of conversation filled my ears. Nobody had talked to me, which I was somewhat grateful for. Usually, the words directed towards me are negative. But it certainly would've been nice to have a friend.
I walked out of the school, and began the 15 minute walk to my house. I placed my earphones into my ears, and put my iPhone on shuffle.
'Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step
Until I reach the door'
I smiled as the familiar Simple Plan song filled my ears. As I walked, my heart became one with the music. Every riff and chord brought me so much joy.
Before I knew it, I was walking up the front steps of my new house, which was still so unfamiliar and odd to me. The white paint was fresh and neat, nothing like the chipped paint of my old house. The dark red bricks reminded me of a fire truck, unlike the cream colored bricks of the old house.
