Distant

Chapter 1 of Distant

* Ivory Fench's POV*

I quickly got out of bed and got ready for hell oops sorry I mean high school. Today is my first day of year. This year I plan to stay away and just go through this year unnoticed and hopefully make it out of high school without any bull to deal with when I am in college.

I walk in my closet and grab some black skinny jeans with some rips in them, I also grab a black shirt that shows off my belly button piercing. I looked in the mirror and all I saw was an ugly blonde with dull blue eyes and scars all over her arms. I turned away from the mirror and grabbed my black leather jacket and I put it on.

I grabbed my phone and earbuds and walked out of my room. "Crap." I whispered then ran back upstairs and did my hair and make up.

I walked back out of my room and to the kitchen. I smiled as I saw my mom standing there making some breakfast. "Hey mom." I said and she looked at me her eyes red and her cheeks puffy. "Are you ok mom?" I asked walking closer but she turned around and went to making breakfast.

I frowned she is probably high again. I shook my head and walked out of the house. I put in my ear buds and hit shuffle on my playlist and Heart Of Fire by Black Veil Brides came on and I sighed. I looked down at the ground and kept walking.

What have I done wrong? Did I do something to deserve this? I wish I was stronger. I wish I could be myself around someone. I wish I could stand up for myself, but I can't because if I do I only cause trouble and if I cause trouble that means bad news for me. If I were to die would anyone care? No. I have no one. My mom is always high or drunk and if she's not then she is sleeping. I have no friends and even if I did I could never trust them with what I have gone through. My dad is in jail for abuse and because he did drugs. All my other family members are dead besides my grandmother on my mothers side and she hates me, so I am alone and have no one.

I look up to see the school and I walked in. I walked to my locker and got my new schedule out of it. I didn't bother looking at the classes besides to see if I had art and thankfully I did.

Art is the only thing I can do. I pour my heart out on the blank canvas or the piece of paper I am using. Art was the only thing that actually made me happy. Art is why I am still here on this planet and why I am still living this horrible life.

I shut my locker and started walking to my first class. English Language Arts with Mr. Harrison. I started walking to his class with my hair hanging in my face so no one would notice me.

Suddenly I bumped into something or should I say someone and I fell on my butt. I hurriedly picked up all my stuff and walked around the person not even giving them a glance.

I finally found the class and once I sat down in the back of the class the bell rang and I sighed in relief that I wasn't late. The teacher walked in class and went to his desk he sat down and looked at all of us. He sent the jocks a warning glare. He sent the preppy cheerleaders a smile and I watched as all the girls fawned over him.

Mr. Harrison looks to only be 26 years old and he still has looks. He has brown eyes and blonde hair. He has some muscle and that's about it.

I rested my head on the table and waited for him to start speaking. "Okay class first I am gonna call for attendance then I am going to tell you about the rules and things you do in this room that will get you an 'A'." He said and everyone groaned besides me. He started calling names and everyone said here, but when he called mine I didn't say anything because I wasn't paying attention. He repeated my name and my head shot up "here." I mumbled and then sat my head back down. Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes.

When he was done calling attendance he walked in the front of the room and started to speak. I didn't bother pay any attention to what he was saying, so grabbed my notebook and pencil and just started doodling.

Suddenly the door slammed open and everyone jumped and looked over to see what or who it was and I just kept drawing. "Ah you must be Mr. Baker so great of you to grace us with your presence........ If you are late again you get detention now go sit down." He said and I noticed that the only seat left is the one next to me and I internally groaned. Not wanting anyone to sit next to me.

I kept drawing not bothering to look up at "Mr. Baker". When I felt someone staring at me I turned a little so I could see who it was. Mr. Baker is a tall hot and perfectly muscled dude. He has black hair that kinda sweeps over his forehead and covers part of his left eye. He has gorgeous green eyes that kinda sparkly in the light. He has snake bites and an eyebrow piercing.

My eyes widened as I caught myself staring at him and I think he caught me too because he is smirking at me. I averted my eyes away from him and back to my drawing. I felt him come closer to me and I tensed. He breathed on my neck and I shivered. "What is that you are working on?" He asked looking over my shoulder at what I had drawn/doodled.

I looked at it too to see it has a gun and roses around it and thorns poking out on the vines of the roses. The roses are dying slowly as they weave around the gun. The trigger is pulled back and a bullet it coming out of the gun and a heart is in front of the gun.

My eyes widened at what I had drawn and I flipped the notebook over and put my head on the desk waiting for him to laugh at me or something. I felt him move away from me and I heard him pull his seat out and he sat down. I kept my shoulders tense as I listened to the teacher.

The bell finally rang and I got up out of my seat closed my notebook and grabbed the rest of my stuff and walked out of class. I looked down at my schedule to see I have my math class. I am in honors math since I am good at it, but just because I am good at it doesn't mean I like it. I walked in and sat in the back of the class waiting for class to start.

I sat the notebook back on this desk and started drawing. I was drawing the bullet getting closer to the heart and when the bullet penetrated the heart it shattered into millions of pieces. I put my signature in the corner of the page then I shut the notebook.

I rested my head on the desk and just started thinking again. Maybe if I weren't so ugly I wouldn't have this kinda life. Maybe if I was stronger I'd be able to live life to the fullest instead of me thinking about dying every single second of the day. What's life worth living for if you have no one? Why do I have to go through this? Everyone else in school seems to float by happily well besides me and the "Mr. Baker" dude.

I really need to find out his real name so I can stop calling him Mr. Baker. "Ivory Fench?" Someone called my name and my head snapped up. I didn't even notice anyone came in the room. "Here." I said and looked at my desk. The teacher started calling off other names and I just blanked out.

The bell finally rang and I have to go to chemistry. I went to the classroom. I sat in the back of the class again and rested my head on the desk. Someone walked in and I saw the Mr. Baker dude come in the classroom. He looked around then he saw me and smirked. He walked over and sat in the spot next to me. I huffed and waited for the class to start.

A/N ok so me and my friend are making this story thing and she is updating the next chapter so yeah. 1525 words

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