"Wh-what?" Lucy, one of my 'friends' walks upto me, hands on hips. "I said. And who would those dads be? God I new there was something wierd about you. You never adressed your parents as Mum and Dad. Only parents or Dad."
I back away slowly. "I-I dont know what your talking about. Di-did I say dads? I mean Dad. Yea. D-dad." Lucy edges closer, eyeing me up and down.
"What's your Dad's name then?" Crap. Quick brain. Make up and name. QUICK!
"Ja-James. Yea. James." She carries o looking at me suspiciously. "And Mum?"
"Wh-what!" She smirks.
"What's your Mum's name?" Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. "Ugh. Her. Her name. Her name's Da-Daniell." I try to stop myself from giggling. Did I really just make a girl out of Dan. Wow.
"Whatever Katie. I'll get it out of you eventually. Just you wait and see. You're gonna end up telling everyone the truth." And with that, Lucy walks out of the bathroom fashionably and I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.
I sit down on the wet floor and pull my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth.
"They'll love you. They'll love you. You are an amazing person. They will all love you. You will make friends easily Katie don't worry about it." I repeat the encouragements my dads kept repeating to me on my first day.
This is what I do when I have what is called a panic attack. I have gotten pretty good at hiding it now, but in my head I am screaming.
"Everything will be fine. You're a wonderful kid Katie. We love you so why wouldn't everyone else? We love you. We. Love. You." I burst out crying and just wait out the day.
After a few hours, a year eight girl comes in and spots me. "Are you okay?" She kneels down beside me.
"I-I'm fine." She looks at me. Trying to get me to tell her the truth. "Tr-trust me. I'm fine. Just let me be a soppy bitch."
"C'mon. Something's wrong." I shake my head and cry some more. I realise how wet I have made my trousers and it just makes me cry harder. The girl stands up and walks away.
After a few minutes, she re-enters the bathroom with one of the receptionists. Shit.
At this point, all I can hear is muffled sou d escaping everyone's lips I am crying so hard. The lady leaves, probably to get someone else.
A muscly man walks in and cocks his head to try and get a closer look at me. The next thing I know, he has picked me up and I am being carried to reception.
I manage to hear a door open and then my name being repeated before I pass out.
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I shake my head as my eyes adjust to the light of the living room. "Phil. Phil! She's awake!" I heard Dan shout and then he is engulfing me in a big bear hug.
"Oh my god Katie we were so scared. What happened?" I shake my head at the thought of it.
"P-panic attack." Dan just looks at me, pain in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" This is where the tears started flowing once more.
"I-I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to remember the other times I had one. It was every single fucking time they hurt me. This time it was just stupid. It was cause we played a fucking game in form!"
I bury my head in Dan's shoulder and wrps my arms round his neck. Phil enters and sits on the sofa next to me. "Panic attack?" He asks and Dan nods.
"Thought so." He pats my back as I keep crying. It's the only thing I seem to do well.
Hi. This was just a filler and god am I ploughing through this book today. I'M ON FIRE!
Sorry for any spelling or gramatical inaccuracies within this chapter.
Until next time!
*Gives you friendship*
SEE YA!
