Fruity Friend's 😘

The Beginning.

Bella POV

I shuffle my bag with one hand trying to keep it from falling off my shoulder, while I clutch my cup of coffee in my other hand. I start walking to the front gate to go and see my friend's, but when I walk up and see that everyone is gone I realize I am late.

Like, always.

I then start heading to 1st period knowing that I could get detention today since this is my 3rd or 4th tardy of the week. And it's only Wednesday. 

1st period is Advanced Language Arts. How I got an Advanced class? Wait, scratch that question real quick. How I got all Advanced classes? I have no fucking clue. 

The 1st thing you should know about me, is that I am a fucking dumbass. Ask any of my friends. They'll all tell you. I am a complete dumbass, but yet, I somehow have all Advanced classes and have always had straight A's. I also somehow were my always my teachers favorite. Kindergarten, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, and all the grades after that. I somehow was always their favorite student. How I was their favorite? I don't know. I've always been pretty weird.

As I'm walking to 1st period, I am trying to think of an excuse to tell my teacher. I can't say my alarm didn't go off because I have used that excuse so much that if I tell him that, he probably wouldn't believe me. I am also carrying a cup of Boston coffee to class so that will probably not help my case. 

To be completely honest, The reason I'm late is because my mom and stupid uncle, Tim, wouldn't drive me to school until exactly a minute before school started and we live 7 minutes away so there was no way for me to get to school on time. I always have an alarm set for 7:20, 7:25, 7:30, and every 5 minutes until 8. I'm always ready by 8:30 and I'm ready to leave. The reason I'm always late is because of my mom and uncle. But I can't tell the teacher that because he'll probably say I'm lying.

My 1st period teacher is nice and stuff, but at times he can be very strict. If you don't follow the instructions and do what you're supposed to, you'll get yelled at. I don't need anymore people yelling at me. I already have my stupid fucking dad and stupid fucking step-mom yelling at me. I think the last time they yelled at me was a few days ago on Sunday when I was crying because of something my little sister did.

Basically, My little sister took the phone from me when I was talking with my mom. Of course I was already very emotional because I was stuck with my fucking dad. I started crying and couldn't control it. Tears just kept pouring and pouring out of my eyes and for some reason I was unable to stop my tears from coming. I don't cry often but when I do, I could cry a whole river.

I keep re-thinking this moment over and over in my head. The words my dad said to me keep repeating in my head over and over and I'm on the verge of tears all of a sudden. Starting to think of what my dad said that night makes me start to think about everything hurtful my dad has ever said to me. Everything hurtful everyone I care for have ever said to me appears out of nowhere and my head is just crowded with hurtful words and sentences. They keep repeating over and over and over and my head is crowded and my eyes are watery and my breaths are heavy and-

"Isabella. I should have guessed it was you when I heard a knock on my classroom door 6 minutes class has started."

Huh?

I finally look up from my feet and meet the eyes of my 1st period teacher.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts again that I hadn't realized I arrived at 1st period. 

"Oh uhm.. Hi Mr. Bridger...." I say awkwardly as I'm walking into class.

(Mr. Bridger is not the real teachers name BTW.)

"And why are you late this time?" He asks looking at the coffee in my hands. "Stopped for breakfast again I see?"

I don't know how to respond. Because the whole time I was supposed to be thinking of another excuse, I was to busy overthinking. Again.

It happens a lot. I always seem to overthink even the littlest things. But its usually never an issue unless it starts to get to the harmful and crazy thoughts.... 

I let out a long sigh. "My alarm didn't wake me up again. Sorry Mr. Bridger."

"Hm, So the cup of coffee you have in your hand has nothing to do with it?" He asks with a smirk

Shit.

He's really putting me on the spot today.

"It was some leftover coffee from yesterday!" I say smiling thinking I outsmarted him.

He was silent for a few seconds. I thought I won this silent fight until he opened his mouth and spoke again.

"You got coffee from a coffee shop that closes about 10 minutes after school ends?" He asks.

Well, Shit.

He won this time.

I sigh again. "You got me Mr. Bridger, But my alarm actually didn't wake me up so that parts true!" 

While I'm finally walking away from Mr. Bridger and towards my seat, One of the kids named Jacob yelled "Hey, why are you always late?" and the whole 'The boyz' friend group laugh like it's some stupid big joke. 

I ignore them of course.

And continue walking to my seat towards my friend,

Gremlin.