Chapter 2
Jackson came running into the girls bathroom. He bent down to my level and started hugging me and rocking with me while I calmed down.
"Let's go home."
"No. I need be able to get through my first day of school without leaving." I tell him.
"Fine but if this happens again, we are going home." He tells me firmly.
Then the bell rang.
"Go to class. I'll be fine I just need to fix my makeup." I tell him.
"Ok. I'll see you at lunch. Love you."
As he was walking out, I pulled out some Kleenex and wipes under my eyes clean of mascara. My face was a bright red, but it was calming down. I started fanning my face when the warning bell rang. I put everything back in my bag and checked the mirror one more time. Seeing what I had drawn. I looked down and walked to my next class, English.
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I was sitting in my chair, when a boy sat right next to me. He had shaggy blonde hair, and big green eyes. He gave me a smile and extended his hand.
"I'm Clay." I accept his handshake and shake it delicately.
"I'm Grace." I reply.
"Your really pretty." He says with his award winning smile.
I could feel my checks go red.
"Thank you." I say. I don't know why he would say that. I have big Amber eyes, and long brown hair. And I'm kind of tall, 5'8.
"Don't ever think your not." He shares. "Anyways, are you new here?" He asks
I nod.
"Ahhh. I've been in this town for 17 years now. Where did you come from." He questioned.
Should I tell him? What if he knows people who go there. And they tell him what my past is and how my life turned empty. How I'm emotionally unstable. What if...
My thoughts were cut off by him clearing his throat.
"I came from New Port High. A few hours away from here." I say.
"Oh I know a few people from there." He says.
My stomach drops.
"Wait... Nope scratch that they graduated 2 years ago." He explains.
I sigh a breath of relief.
Then the teacher walks in and starts passing around journals.
"I want you guys to journal everyday. Your feelings. This will be due in 2 months and I'm expecting 30 entries. They have to be at least a paragraph long." He explains and everybody groans. I felt queasy at my stomach thinking about exposing my true feelings to someone.
The class passed fast, and I was out of there in a flash.
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By the time lunch came, I was wanting to go home and watch Netflix and draw.
I go through the line and I grab water and an apple.
I walk to an empty table and wait for my brother.
Jackson walks up with a tray with two of everything. He sets down the tray and and gives me half of his food. He gives me puppy dog eyes and slides the plates towards me.
"I'm not hungry." I tell him.
"You didn't eat dinner last night you didn't eat breakfast this morning. You are eating right now." He tells me.
I shake my head no and put the apple on the table and leave the cafeteria.
I looked in the window looking into the cafeteria and looked at my brother. His face was a deep red. He was mad. I hated when he was mad at me. He wouldn't talk to me for a week. He would just look at me and ignore me.
I felt bad so I walked back through the doors. He turns and looks at me. I sit down and grab the yogurt and a spoon.
His face goes from red to his normal tan self. He smiles at me while I take a few bites. I finished the yogurt cup and he slides a cup of fries. I take one fry and nibble of it, and put it down.
"I'm not hungry any more Jack." As I was saying it my stomach growled loud.
He gives me a look and shoves a hamburger in my face. He then grabs his and starts eating it.
I take a deep breath and take a big bite. In a matter of second it was gone and I felt sick to my stomach. But I mustered on a smile anyways.
My brother gave me a big smile.
"I need to go to the bathroom." I say. He just nods his head and says,
"I'll be here eating this burger."
I get up and fast walk to the bathroom.
When i get in there, I check if anyone else is in there and nobody was. So I locked the bathroom door and look at myself in the mirror. I see a girl who wasn't herself. I saw a heartbroken girl who misses her parents and who wishes she was just back to her old self. I shake my head and make my way to a stall. And lock the stall door. I get on my knees and start gagging myself till I felt better. Even though better meant empty.~~~~~
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