Shattered To The Ground

Five

I went home, and my dad greeted me with a complain.

"WHY DID YOU GO HOME SO LATE?" He shouted furiously, I didn't even look at him in the eye. I talked back at him.

"I dunno, detention." I climbed upstairs immediately and lay my bag on the floor. I immediately grabbed the book entitled "Anatomy of a Misfit"  I just started, I was just on Chapter 2, though I was really interested.

(Anatomy Of A Misfit is not mine, it is written by Andrea Portes)

I spent the last 3 hours reading the book. It was amazing, I'm now on chapter 24. After that I did my homework on mathematics.

Even though most of the people hated math on this universe. I found it easy, it was simple for me and it was my favorite subject.

I stayed up until 12:00 am to do all my homework. I didn't have to worry about waking up real early since I was a morning person so I didn't have any problems with waking up early.

"Damn it I feel sleepy.." I whispered to myself as I throw myself to the soft fluffy blankets. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

-

The next morning I woke up real early. Somewhere at 5:30. Way to early for the start of school which was like in 8:00 am.

I grabbed my phone checked on my Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr until 6:00 in the morning. In 6:00, I started to shower and got ready. I wore a blue sun dress, a dark blue denim jacket over that, and black boots that reached up to my knees.

I also am the type who does not wear 70 pounds of makeup. I just wore powder all over my face and lipgloss.

1 hour before, I went out of the house and went to school.

-

I put all my books in the locker, and grabbed my homework. I ran to Math class, and sat in the last row. I passed my homework right away. I glanced to Beckett's spot, seeing he wasn't there.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING TRINITY? WHY ARE YOU SO CURIOUS AND CONCERNED??

Trinity you don't care about him.

"Ms. Trinity.. Can you answer this item?" I stood up and walked to the teacher. Unexpectedly, a brunette girl, suddenly stick up her foot and I tripped.

The whole class laughed at me. I felt like dipping her head into a Deep Fryer. Like Ms Bean from Scream Queens.

"Oops, not my fault." She said laughing, our math teacher was stupid enough to not notice. Shit. I stood up right away, and calmed down, I answered the math problem while tears flowing down my cheeks.

But no one noticed cause they don't care.

Luckily, I answered the problem right which impressed my math teacher "Smartly done, Ms. Trinity."

I went to my locker right away, "You look horrible crying." Someone with a familiar voice said laughing, I turned to see Beckett.

He seemed to skip class, what a good decision..

"So you seriously skipped class?" I asked him curiously, as I wipe the tears flowing down my cheeks. Beckett kept a smile, brighter than the sun. "Is that a bad choice?" He said laughing which literally annoyed me.

"I'm asking you why Bucket."
"Well math is boring so..."
"No it's not Mathematics is amazing."
"Seems like you're a prodigy Trishitty ."
"Quite."

We walked to our next class together as the same brunette bitch covered the door "Well looks, someone is being a slut." She said, I hate this. I just bumped her and went to class, avoiding Beckett's and Bitch's glances.

"I'm not a bitch, I'm not a bitch, I'm not a bitch, I'm not a bitch." I whispered repeatedly and quietly to myself that I couldn't focus on my teacher's lecture. I knew I wasn't a bitch, she was... she was.

-

After class, I went out real fast. I felt a hand reach to my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

It was Beckett. It was his voice.

"Do I look okay?" I just mumbled and removed his hand from my shoulder. "DONT BELIEVE HER SHE'S A BITCH."

Trust no one.

"I know, but I'm not fine." I yelled, and drifted to the library. I had to find a book that would make me feel good. I didn't like any of the storybooks so I read about mysteries.

"What's wrong?" I heard Beckett's voice again, I didn't take a single glance at him. "Nobody likes me, what else." I said quietly.

Beckett smiled, it's like he knew I was upset or suicidal or something. "How can people like you if you don't even like yourself?"

"What do you mean?" I stopped for a moment and looked at him "I know your suicidal, I know your depressed. I've experience things you have." He stood up and left me.

How can people love you if you can't even love yourself?