!!TW!!
Abuse
Panic attacks
2 students, Amie May and Liam Evans are complete opposites. Amie loves to read and do homework. Meanwhile, Liam doesn't care about school or anything, he's more focused on moving out. Now he's in year 11 he's more ready to...
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!!TW!! Abuse is mentioned in this chapter!
Right now I'm running, trying to find Amie. She hanged up the phone. I'm not sure why though. She's obviously not in a safe situation. I don't care for her but I don't like anyone being in danger. She isn't important to me. Or anything like that.
I begin to see her in the distance. I stop running and begin to walk. "Why don't you back off!" I say. "And who are you?" He says. I don't know what to say that will make him back off. So I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Her boyfriend." I did not mean to say that. Amie is as shocked as I am. The man just scoffs and walks away. Obviously in no mood to argue.
"My boyfriend?" Amie says unimpressed. "Sorry, first thing that came to mind." I apologize. "It's fine. But like you couldn't of picked my brother or something?" She asks. She has a point. Brother would've been a better choice. "Didn't think of it in the moment." I say. "Clearly." She rolls her eyes. "Let's get you home already." I say.
We begin to walk to her house. "How are you going to get home?" She looks at me. "I'll call my driver." I smile. "Okay."
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A few minutes later we get to her house and I've called my driver to pick me up. "Thanks." She smiles before she walks into her house. "No problem." I answer.
In no time, my driver pulls up and I get into the car.
I'm glad that Amie is safe. I smile at the thought that she's okay.
— !!TW!! Abuse part!
I walk into my house and see my mother on the couch, ready for me to come in.
"Where were you!" My mother shouted at me. "I was helping, my friend. She was trying to-" I try to explain. "I don't care if it was one of your stupid friends! You shouldn't be helping whores like her!" My mother shouted. "She isn't a whore!" I yell. Slap. "Don't you dare talk back to me, you ungrateful piece of shit!" My mother yells, I feel tears forming but I stop them. "Stop crying! She's a gold digger and you know it!" My mother practically screams. "She doesn't like me! We're not even friends!" I yell. "So what? You're doing charity now!? You're so pathetic!" My mother looks at me with her horrible, despicable eyes. "You're no son of mine. Now leave. I can't stand to see your face for another second."
I walk away. I shouldn't be used to this. But I am.
I take a peak into my father's office. He fell asleep drunk...again. Nothings new. I need to get out of this house. This is the last year then I don't need to see these fucking idiots anymore.
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I go into my room and put in my AirPods and listen to some music, I needed something to take my mind of this.
I then get a text message for Amie.
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Amie Amie: hey! Thanks for helping me :)
Me: it's no problem. I hate weirdos tryna get with girls 40 years younger than them.
Amie: yeah, it's gross.
Me: for real.
Amie: so how are you? I feel like that should've been my first text.
Me: haha it's fine. I'm good thanks. What about you?
Amie: good thanks. What are you doing, other than texting me.
Me: listening to music. You?
Amie: reading.
Me: cool! What book?
Amie: it's embarrassing!
Me: it's fine!
Amie: no because you'll tease me tomorrow about it!
Me: I won't!
Amie:...icebreaker.
Me: I am so teasing you tomorrow for that!
Amie: see!
Me: just kidding.
Amie: good!
Me: I didn't know you liked those sort of books.
Amie: I don't like them. I love them.
Me: good to know.
Amie: gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow at school?
Me: definitely!
Amie: alright. Night.
Me: night.
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I know just a few hours ago me and Amie hated each other, but I feel like when she came over we actually learnt how to tolerate each other. She isn't so bad after all.
I feel so much better now after talking to Amie. She's just so pure. I don't get how she doesn't have any friends she's so interesting. I don't know what to do at school tomorrow though. Because if I hangout with her my friends may get confused. Maybe if I asked them?
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Year 11 boys
Me: would it be weird if Amie hanged out with us tomorrow?
Sam: why would you want to hangout with her?
Me: no reason.
Luke: I guess not...
Max: sure dude.
Me: alright!
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Amie
Me: wanna hangout with me and my friends tomorrow?
Amie: I guess. But won't that find it weird, that we're finally okay-ish?
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Okay-ish? Damn that actually hurt...but I mean it's a start, I guess...
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Me: asked them already and they said it's fine.
Amie: okay see you tomorrow.
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What's wrong with me! Why do I want to hangout with her all of a sudden!? I mean I could just ditch her? But I want to hangout with her though! I hate this! I mean even she said it we're not friends we're okay-ish... Maybe I'm overthinking this, right? Like I mean, we're just friends...kind of. Nothing more. So it's fine if two friends hangout. Yep.
