I sat in the quiet classroom, my seat was near an huge window which I'd usually just stare out of, get lost in my own world but this time I kept sketching in my planner. Drawing, what ever I want, just letting my mind express it's self. I look up and scan the classroom with my forest green eyes, everyone was sleeping or staring into space. Becca had caught my attention, she gave me a dirty look- Becca never liked me, infact she hates me- she started doing hand signitures, she was punching her palm, symbolising she was going to beat me up. I rolled my eyes and stuck up my middle finger, I chuckled lightly. Michael taught me that.
"Miss Clifford!"
Damn. I've been caught.
"Stop acting immature!"
I kissed my teeth and heard Becca sniggering with her friend who wears a bucket of makeup.
"Two faced bitch" I mutter to myself. I looked back down at the doodles on my planner, I started going over some in a black marker.
When is this lesson over?
I sighed and looked at the clock. 3.29PM. I stuffed my book and pencil case into my black backpack.
RING!
RING!
I got up and made a run for it. I heard Mrs calling my name out but I ignored it. I quickly fastened my pace, making my way to the lockers. I arrived at my locker, it was a navy blue colour just like everyone else's. I unlocked the lock with my combination.
"1928" I repeat quietly to myself.
I open my bag and threw all my books inside, grabbing my leather jacket from the top shelf. I gently put my jacket on and swung my black backpack across my shoulder, I moved back to close my locker but seemed to bump into somebody.
Shit.
I turned around to see Becca and her "Squad"
Becca was a blonde head, Blue eye's and wears all the latest brands. She reminds me of a barbie doll, one of her friend stood infront of Becca, she was taller than me. She looked about 6ft, She had light brunette hair with blonde dip dye. She gave me a serious look, shes looked me straight in the eye sending shivers down my back.
"Don't touch my friend." She growled.
I closed my locker, locking it and quietly walked away not bothered to say anything. I wasn't in the mood for drama. I just wanted to run into my room and crash down crying.
"Hey, I said Dont touch my friend!" She raised her voice and pushed me. My blood boiled, I turned around, digging my nails into my skin.
"Don't touch me, and you can tell your slutty friend to fuck off!" I snapped.
"Excuse me?" She closer to me.
"You heard me loud enough" I say in a sassy attitude.
"Fuck off, nobody likes you, even your parents." She hissed.
Yeah, that hurt me because ever since I was little I was never showed enough attention from my parents.
"You dont know my family" I chuckled but my blood was boiling and I was trying to hold myself back from punching her face.
"Everyone does, you're just a fat ass bitch- Go kill youself."
I heard enough for today. I turned around and sped walked out of this place I call hell. Forget it, I wanted to get away from everything so I began running. Running from everything. Salty tears fell from my eyes.
How did she know my family hates me?
I kept on running until my heart couldn't keep up with me, I stopped at an old bus stop. Tears uncontrollably falling from my eyes, I waited for my bus as I plugged in my headphones and played my favourite album. Bus 194 came from down the road, I made my way over and scanned my bus card. It seemed quiet on the bus today. Perfect. I quickly ran up the steps and straight to the back seat. The top floor was completely empty, I sat on the last seat to the right and rested my head against the glass.
I skipped a few songs until I reached my so far favourite song.'This Is Gospel' by Panic! At the disco. I sighed and let my tears fall, I kept on thinking about the words she said to me and thought of ways to change myself. To change who I am.
She called me fat I should stop eating for a while, until I become the ideal weight for a super model. I was avarge. Not too fat. Not too skinny. But I'm always really insecure about my weight. I sobbed quietly for a while but my phone began vibrating in my lap. I looked down, I saw the contact 'Idiot' I smiled a little. Michael. Wiping my tears away, I pulled my white headphones out and answered, pressing my phone against my ear.
"Dork! How was school?" Michael's voice rang through the speakers.
"Great... Just great." I tried to sound as if I was okay. Of course I was failing really badly.
"You sound really down... Something wrong?"
"N-No, everything's fine." I sniffled
"You're a bad lier, Naomi."
"I... Today's not been good
I'm not perfect, everyone see's me as a imperfection. I wanna dropout of school and run away-" I sobbed and told Michael everything.
"Come home princess, we can have a brother sister hangout then we'll tell this Becca bitch to fuck off." He say's trying to comfort me through the phone. I smiled at what an amazing brother I have.
I waited for my stop to arrive. I wrapped my headphones up and placed it into my bag.
"I'm a road away, I'll come home soon. Love you Mikey"
And with that we both hung up, I got up from my seat and walked downstairs, waiting for the bus to stop.
As soon as the bus came to an hault, I jumped out and strolled my way to home. It wasn't a regular day, there was grey clouds in the skies, the sun had disappeared. I turned left and entered out into our street, I kept my head low and I was lost in my own thoughts. I looked up and saw our house, it wasn't big since the only ones who lived in the house was me and Michael.
I reached into my pockets and grabbed the silver key which had 'Naomi' ingraved onto it.
I entered the key into the door, and walked inside. I took my black shoes off and threw my backpack on the wooden steps of the stairs.
"Mikey, I'm home!" I called out as my voice echoed through the corridor.
I heard footsteps and they gradually grew louder until I could see a wild Michael clifford running towards me with his arms spread open.
"Dork!" He chuckled.
Wrapping his arms around my shoulders and spinning me around.
I chuckled lightly, and looked up him. I instantly felt so much more better.
