Both boys got off the bus faster than I could imagine.
Thats when I realized how stupid I was.
I forgot to ask for the first guy's name, AND the second!!
Smh.
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The bus dropped us off at the school, and it turned out that the dimple dude(the first guy) also went to Bretwood High!
I made my way through the corridors and in between classes through bustling crowds of students to find my 1st period classroom, room 208, history, situated between the gym and the girls locker room. I stood outside the door, fixing my hair and uniform to look as neat and tidy as possible. I slipped on a little jacket to cover the marks across my wrists and up my arms, and the belt lines on my back. Thankfully, the boys today didn't notice them, or I'd be cooked by my uncle.
I knocked on the door, and the teacher, who's name tag said Will Harrison, opened the door.
"You must be Anita Syed, the new student!" he beamed.
"Uh- yes, well that I am" I responded, shying away.
"Come on in, come on in, we're all so excited to meet you!"
When I walked into the classroom I saw columns and columns of students with bored faces, not one showing amusement or energy.
"Anita, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" my teacher asked.
Gathering up all the courage I had, I introduced myself.
"Hey guys, I'm Anita. You can call me Ani if you want, or Anita. I don't really care. Uhh, I'm fourteen and this is my first time in high school."
The class remained silent, everyone with long expressions on their faces. It was awkward.
Suddenly, I saw a face. I saw dimple dude sitting at the back of the class, eyeing me.
Dimple dude is in my class???
Mr. Harrison seemed to notice the deafening silence, so he said
"Anita, why don't you sit next to Chase in the back?"
I noticed a gasp echo through the classroom. Mainly from the girls. And not a surprising gasp. A more of an unkind gasp.
"Uhm..who?" I asked sheepishly, not knowing who Chase was(duh).
"Black hoodie in the back. Chase, raise your hand."
He raised his hand and I gasped too.
Dimple dude?!
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Pushed to be Perfect
Romance14 year old Anita faces the first year of high school, but can she hide her home problems at school for longer? Can she face all the trouble and pain alone? This novel uses many mature topics, such as self harm, abuse, and death.
