On my own-lewis Hamilton

Chapter 11

It had beeb just over a week since dad left. Everything feels different my life has changed so much since September. Joining a new school, new friends. Me and Isla are still not talking but it's fine because I'm now friends with Chloe and that group.

It's definitely different to my old friend group but change is good right.

I haven't spoken to dad that much since he's been away since he's been so busy. He's in an intense title battle with max verstappen and I know he's definitely distracted by that.

To be honest I'm not that upset he's not been talking to me that much since I know my behaviour at school has got a lot worse. He doesn't care if I get in trouble for little things but I feel like the stuff that's been happening he will definitely care.

I finally got out of school and it was 4pm. It was already starting to get dark as it was October nearly November. I still had to walking home and it was freezing cold. Normally I get out of school at 3:30 but I had another detention.

It's becoming nearly every day I'm getting one.

I drag myself through the door as I felt a sigh of relief to be back.

"Did you have another detention?" I hear my grandad ask

"Yeah it weren't even my fault. My geography teachers a prick" I sigh dumping my stuff in the hallway.

"Look I don't care that much and I don't wanna get involved but you need to be careful because dads going to be pretty annoyed with you when he comes back if you've got yourself in heaps of trouble"

"Yeah well I'm always in trouble with him" I sigh

I spent the rest of the evening chilling in my room and scrolling aimlessly through my phone.

I get a message from dad all of a sudden. He sent me a long massive message basically saying I will be grounded when he gets back if I don't sort out my behaviour.

I literally don't care I'm trying my best everything's to much at the moment I wish life could be more simple.

I finally went to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow I was exhausted.

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I woke up the next morning with the sound of my alarm ringing through my ears. I felt my head pounding the moment I open my eyes. I felt so ill but I knew I couldn't get the day off.

I quickly get ready and chuck some make up on before leaving to walk to school. It was only a 15 minute walk but it always took so long in the mornings since I was so tired. I knew I was going to be late again. I can't be arsed for this again I've been late nearly on every day.

I can feel this is gonna be a shit day especially since I feel so ill.

I sat in my first lesson doing nothing I put my head on the desk since it was still really hurting.
I just wanted to go home but I know they won't let me.

"Emma you ok today?" I hear my science teacher ask

"I've got a massive headache I just wanna go home" I sigh

"I'm sorry to hear but we can't send you home it's not that serious to get sent home"

I hate him he's an absolute prick I felt like I was dying and he's saying it's not that bad. Like just leave me alone.

Today was going so slow again. It was only third lesson and it was geography. I hate the teacher he was a nonse.

I was sitting there bored out of my mind. I was trying my best to not say anything I don't wanna get into more trouble at school or by dad.