Pen Pals (EDITING,, READ DESCRIPTION)

*Chapter 17

Jodi's pov

School sucked. I started it 2 days ago and i still get ignored, pointed and stared at, shoved and disrespected all the time. It's not to bad though, because I can go home to a nice family that treat me right. Sadness still hangs over me though. Layla actually wanted to get me tested for depression, she said she would talk to her mum about it.

Although school was shit, I now had a small card that allowed me to leave lessons as and when I feel. But only if I'm going to cry or I feel like shit, because honestly, that's all the time.

I was expecting a letter from Tony today, or at least hoping to get one. I still wasn't sure whether he would write back, or if he's given up on me.

I was lucky to have English nearly everyday because of GCSE's, and I was a top level student in it so my lessons where more frequent, seeing as I was also taking the harder test in it.

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I had collected my letter and now all I had to do was walk home. I took the Main Street because; 1: it is away from my old root home, and 2: of my mum appears then there will
Be a lot of witnesses and people to help me.

I got to Layla's house and she was already home, her school os closer to her house but I couldn't change schools because I've started some coarse work at my school already and I've made my choices on what I will take.

After me, Layla and her mum had watched some TV, we ate. I had a much smaller appetite, seeing as I was starved before, so they don't question when I don't each very much. It's just what I'm used to.

After dinner and doing my homework, Layla's mum makes us do it in the dinning room so that we don't leave before we do it. Apparently Layla isn't one for doing homework and she has to be forced to do it. I on the other hand finish way faster then her because I concentrate, I end up helping her most of the time.

I went up to the small spare bedroom that I was staying in. I wasn't sure whether I would be able to stay here or whether I would go into care, but I liked it here. I really must talk to Layla's mum about that...

I got out my letter from Tony and excitedly started reading it.

It read:

To Jodi,

I'm so glad your okay now, or alt least on the way to being okay. You should be proud of yourself for getting through all of that, you are such a strong person inside and I hope you know that.

I have to admit, I cried when I read that. You deserved none of it, please remember that I'm always her though. If you EVER need to speak to someone, you can write to me.

I'm going to presume that's where you got the bruise from, I don't blame you for lying about here it came from though, I think anyone would have in your situation.

I do hope school goes okay for you, it's horrible being bullied and I know that. I just wish it would stop because I honestly can't think of why someone so young would feel the need to pick on someone else, or beat them up, it just doesn't make sense to me. Whoever they learn it from must be a dick.

I'm glad you are feeling a bit better
at least, and that you got up this morning and not only spoke to someone, but you found the will to actually do something, even if it was only small.

Of coarse I want to keep talking to you! I think your great! I never gave up on you writing back to me, I always looked for your letter to me, and when it came I smiled for the first Time in a while.

One question though, do you have a phone? Because texting or calling each other would be so much more practical.

Looking forward to your next letter,

From Tony.

((Ps, by the way, I haven't forgotten about your prize for choosing the best pen pal!))

•End Of Letter•

I thought for a while about what to write and then started my letter, but not before putting on some pierce the veil. Layla had let me have her old, small CD player, it was pretty good to me but she claimed it was terrible, I loved it though. I also borrow her CD's sometimes.

I then started writing.

•Start Of Letter•

To Tony,

I'm so glad you wrote back to me! I also hope you don't mind but I think ranting will happen a lot more often now.

I will definitely talk to you when I need to, I have had a shit time and I've realised its good to talk to people. I still only feel comfortable talking to you, Layla and sometimes her mum, seeing as she knows everything any ways.

The bruise was from my mum, that was before anyone found out about her and everyone ignored me at school anyways, so no one persisted me about it.

Schools still the same, points, stares, shoves, remarks made. But at least I go home to a nice place, I feel happier then I used to be but I still feel terrible. Layla wants to get me tested for depression, I think she's talking to her mum about it soon.

I'm so glad you are willing to keep talking to me, I was so worried you wouldn't reply, and that you had given up on me writing back. I'm so glad you understand that it's hard for me in my situation, but I'm trying and I'm also
Glad you are here for me.

I would love to talk to you over phone, but I don't have one at the moment. I think Layla's mum is giving me her iPhone 5 after her new one arrives that she ordered, it will come soon so when I get a number I'll tell you.

I actually forgot about the present! I still don't mind though, I feel like I've been given enough in life. But if you really feel the need to get me one then fine.

Talk soon,

From Jodi.

•End Of Letter•

I put it in an envelope I had gotten from school, I then put the letter in my bag and got my things ready for school tomorrow.

Changed into my pyjamas and whent downstairs to say goodnight to Layla and her mum, I sleep a lot more than the both of them but I think that's just in my nature. I always slept to get away from thoughts or having to listen to my mum fuck someone in the other room, so eventually I got used to just being able to sleep so quickly and now I sleep a lot.

I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth, setting an alarm at the same time so I could wake up and have a shower in the morning.

I then went to my room, shut the door, turned the light off and climbed into bed. Falling asleep almost instantly.