{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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"You need to make sure to write full sentences, and don't forget to use signal words!" Mr. Fitch rambles on about an essay we're supposed to write about the most important thing in our lives. I have no idea what I'll pick out as my most beloved thing, but decide I'll figure that out later, when I'm making all the homework I stalled out until the last day.
Shoving the assignment paper into my backpack, I swing the straps over my shoulder in a sloppy attempt because of my crutches, and try my best to walk out of the classroom. Only 6 hours more to go. That sounds even more depressing.
When I slumber out of the classroom towards the only class I have on my own, which is Spanish, I am not looking forward to the lesson. I can already speak Spanish, so I can basically sleep all lesson long, but I'd rather not draw attention to me by acting like a know-it-all.
I slightly flinch when I feel a rather large hand on my shoulder, and spin around to face my opponent. I come to the conclusion it was Liam who scared the shit out of me, and I untense.
He quickly pulls away his hands from its position on my shoulder.
"Shit, I'm sorry." He says with a look full of regret visible on his face. I hate the fact he would treat me differently now he knows about my past. That's exactly what I wanted to not happen.
"It's fine." I dismiss his apology as fast as possible.
"Still, sorry." He mumbles, and I cock my eyebrow entailing for him to continue with whatever he wanted to ask or tell me.
"The principal asked you to come to his office." He says, but for one reason or another, he looks quite nervous while telling me.
"Why?" I raise my eyebrows at him and catch him fiddling with the hem of his blazer.
"Uhm, I –I don't know." He laughs nervously. "Why would I know?"
I frown, but decide to nod anyway. He's right, how should he know?
"Mhm, okay." I respond.
"Okay. Bye." He hastily tells me while skipping to the other side of the hallway.
"Bye?" I say while basically jumping towards the principals office.
I take a turn left, and then realize I have absolutely no idea where to go. I've never been called to the principals office, and I only now start to realize that may be for a good reason. I hope I didn't do anything wrong, or he'll ask me some difficult questions.
When I take another turn to the left, I realize that this is stupid and I'm getting nowhere like this. I decide to turn around, and go outside because I know what direction to go in once I'm at the entrance of the school.
Once I step outside in the chilly air, a breeze blows trough my hair, messing my dark locks up all around my head. The puddles formed by a rainy day one of the previous days is still present outside of the school, and a couple of students sit outside, seemingly busy working on some sort of project.
