THIS BOOK CONTAINS: TALK ABOUT SUICIDE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTING, SELF-HARM, RAPE, ABUSE, AND STRONG LANGUAGE. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING, AS I WILL NOT BE WARNING IN THE STORY, MAYBE IN SOME. (mostly because I will forget)
Calista Perez is a sweet and...
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As we walked in 1st period, and we had a stupid seating chart, Elijah is three tables behind me, and a pretty attractive guy named Connor was beside me. We chat about our classes and what we want to do after we graduate. He wants to be an accountant, and I want to be an Actor.
The teacher, Mrs Bose, walks in. The class takes their seats, and I notice Connor staring at me.
Do I have something on my face?
Connor looks so familiar; I feel like we have met before. "Hello," he says.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but have we met? You look so familiar." He chuckled. "Yeah, I sat beside you in 7th grade." My mouth makes an O shape.
"I remember you! You are the one who flipped the teacher off after she marked your girlfriend tardy!" He nods while chuckling. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot you." The teacher shushes us, and I nod
"Today we will be studying diseases, Mrs Bose starts. "You will be given a disease and the partners I assign you." The class groans, including me. "I know, I know, but think of this as an opportunity to make a new friend." She walks back to her desk and gets her clipboard with partners and diseases. The class's side conversation began as she walked around assigned partners.
"Name?"
"Oh, Calista"
She runs her pen down her clipboard till she finds my name.
"Your partner is Elijah, and your disease is asthma."
I mentally scream. Of course, of fucking course, I got Elijah as my partner. When she walks to the table behind me, I slam my head on the table.
"Are you okay, Calista?" Connor asks.
No, I have the guy who can read me like a magazine as my partner.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," he nods.
The bell rings, and I walk out to go to my 2nd period, College Prep English. I walk into English and see that I don't know anyone in this class. I walk to the back and take a seat, put my AirPods on, and play music (song above).
The teacher starts talking and asks, "In Animal Farm by George Orwell, who does Napoleon represent?"
I know the answer, so I raise my hand. She points to me. "Joseph Stalin," She nods. I put my head back down, and I start thinking back to last night.
** Flashback Yesterday**
*Self-harm and Rape*
"Finally, after 4 long years, you're finally home." My father starts his speech, slurred. "Where should we start? I think I want to start with you." He points to Alex.
