JUST....??

CHAPTER TEN

Aven's POV

We stop infront of a glass door. Chloé slides the door open and we walk into a very spacious and neatly arranged classroom.

I can hear my own heartbeat as I feel the stares of the students on me. Wondering who their new acquaintance is.

I hate new places and new people.

My eyes move to the spotless white tiled floor to avoid their piercing gazes.

You can do this. Act natural. Act natural...

I take in deep short breaths.

"So...we have a new student. A new member of this family".

I raise my head to look at the teacher, who beckons me to come closer and introduce myself.

I hesitate for a while before plodding with clenched fists to where the teacher stands. Chloé on the other hand heads to her desk and takes her seat.

Looking at the students facing me makes me slightly dizzy. Their concentrated eyes stare at me, only me. I hate this first day newbie feeling.

"I...I...I'm Aven....Aven Omez....17", I stutter.

"From Elfton. Moved here recently with my parents...and...and..."

"Welcome to Trixin High, Aven". My breathing is brought back to normal when the teacher cuts me short.

I can feel beads of sweat on my forehead and my palms are sweaty.

"Yeah...Welcome A...A...Aven", a freckled face mimics me; giggling. Some students giggle along with him.

"Jeffery", the teacher's stern voice shuts them up.

"What!".

"I'm just welcoming our new friend", Jeffery gives me the "you'll regret stepping your feet here" grin.

My eyes are fixed on the wide grin plastered on his face which showcases his ocean blue braces.

"Aven go take your seat", my eyes move to the teacher.

"You can call me Mark", he smiles and I nod lightly.

I take slow, careful steps towards the far end of the class; contemplating on how I'm gonna live here without Adrain. I miss him soo much.

I stop next to an empty desk. Still in deep thoughts, I drag the chair back and sit.

My mind isn't in this world. It's not here. Mark teaches and I don't hear a single thing he says.

I just stare into space with my head in my palm and my other hand scribbling on the desk.

The loud wails of the siren brings me out of my thoughts.

"See you all next week" Mark walks out of the classroom.

"What time is it?" I wonder; wanting to leave here as soon as possible and never come back. But I know no matter what I'd have to come back because mum's decisions can never be changed.

I just thank God it's Friday. I won't have to see these faces for two whole days and no Freckled Face nasty smirks.

I take my backpack from behind me and search for my phone.

"No!", turning my phone on, I realize I have an hour more to go before I leave this hell.

I shove my phone inside my bag.
I find Freckled Face walking towards me when I raise my head.

What does he want?

I lean back into the chair as if it can save me from the clutches of that little devil.