"DINNGGG DINNG"struck my alarm
I sat up from my dead like a zombie had from its dirt and compost bed, my face pale white from the early tiredness that I felt. This wasn't the only feeling, there was is heavy sick guilt feeling that sat deep within my gut something that would take someone to scoop your insides out to get rid of it.
Obviously I was scared but there wasn't much else I could do, miss brown next door was not awake this early so I couldn't talk with her or my mum or even my dad.
An idea popped into my head miss Brown tought me. Method where I use calligraphy or cursive she taught me, and write a letter then post it her for her to read later on, I always add a little thank you for helping me master my handwriting skills.
Anyways now wasn't the time for writing letters there simply wasn't enough head space for me to be able to write any words. I rushed downstairs, through the living room Straight into the kitchen where dad was sat I looked up and mum was cooking something it smelled so nice.
"Oh good morning Ophelia I've made some pancakes if you are hungry?"she said
Sometimes shouts mums soft voice made me feel safe and comfortable it's like the kind of comfort you need after a long school day .
I didn't really have chance to reply before a plate of 3 or 4 pancakes were placed on the table in front of me. They were covered in golden syrup.
I ate my breakfast and headed off upstairs to get changed for school:
The simple blue and white tie , creased white shirt that never seemed to go white ever again, the long sleeved blazer that never seemed to fit your arm length, the 'knee length' skirt that would be higher since you had a skinny waist and finally the tights that somehow ended up with a random hole or rip in them by the end of the week.
After a while of sitting and overthinking I finally sat up and got my bag and went down stairs
"bye mum i'll see you after school"
I walked up the cracked concrete path, alone trapped in my thoughts with tears racing to the finish line on my chin. Hundreds, thousands dropping off my face as more kept on coming, they were unstoppable
I arrived at the gate composed myself and walked inside the large building of what seemed like a preview of 6 hours in hell
YOU ARE READING
A quiet kind of thunder x
General FictionA young girl goes into year 7 but he has encountered a few problems she no longer has the same teachers to understand her disability but now she would have to explain it to every individual teacher she has.
