Only He Can Do It.

5.

I'm sitting on a toilet seat with the lid down, in a tiny little cubicle. Crying. Just crying because I can't believe I just got too emotional over a past memory like that.

Michael probably thinks I'm a freak now and will probably start bullying me like Carl did. And like Anabel did, she was my best friend...once. A long time ago she was the person I would confide all my deepest and darkest secrets into. But I fell in a trap. She never liked me. Nobody does. It was as if everything was a plan to slowly ruin me.

I decide its time to get up and go to class, I've been sitting here for too long and I'm ruining my first day even more than already. I get up, open the cubicle door, wash my hands and face so I can look less of a mess. At that moment I see a girl entering the toilets. I look up in the mirror and see her. It was her. Anabel. Those bright blue eyes are ones that cannot be forgotten by anyone, almost possessive.

My heart pounds out of my chest, my hands shaking so much they're out of function now. I look down and try to hurry up fixing my appearance. I avoid any eye contact with Ana after that, I can't take it. How? How come she is here? She moved to America as far as I know. Well, this just changes the whole concept of coming to school. I left because of her, but now when I return I suddenly see the reason I was ruined.

I quickly glance up to the mirror to see if she is still standing there and she looks shocked. But I now know better than to fall into her trap again. Never shall I make that mistake.

I think I've got myself handled, but just as I'm walking over to my maths class, its a double period which depends on my mood on how I feel about that. Currently I'm more than happy to be stuck in a classroom because Anabel might see me again and I really don't want that.

I think I'm alright but I'm really not, I have so many questions. I have so many problems with this. I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks again and I want to go back to the toilets but I can't because she is there. I stand outside my class and compose myself.

I enter and all eyes are on me, its as if I can feel their burning stare on my skin, making me uncomfortable and making me to want to curl up in a ball and cry again. You're such a freak, Alisa. They're all staring at you. Ugh, so ugly.

I just silently walk up to the teacher's desk as she tells the class to get on with their work 'Sorry, miss. I was...um' I'm stuck for words because I don't know how to find the words to describe what I'm going through, I never can. She sees I'm struggling but I appreciate she doesn't press on for an excuse from me 'It's okay, Alisa. Just go sit by Michael over there' and she points to the back of the classroom at a shared desk, half of which is taken by Michael.

'Thank you, miss, sorry' I whisper to her and she just nods.

I walk over and I see Michael sitting there and as he sees me come to his table so he shifts his books so I can have some space to sit down and put my things down. 'Thanks' I say and he just nods, getting back to his work.

The class is working but talking among themselves at the same time. We're working on algebra at the moment so its not too bad, when I was homeschooled I did well with my tutor, which I am grateful for now.

'You didn't say what your name was' Michael turned so he was facing you, his bag was on the table and he was resting his head on it as though it was a pillow. 'Alisa.' I say, my cheeks burning because of that embarrassing event earlier. 'Nice name' he says with a smile and just shuts his eyes for a bit.

You awkward idiot, Alisa.

'Sorry...about earlier.' Just as I say that Michael's eyes open and he sits up straight to face to. 'No need to say that, I don't know what happened or why that happened but what I do know is that everyone has a story. Everyone matters'

Wow. This guy doesn't even know me but he just seems to be nice already.

'Everyone matters' apart from you, Alisa. Apart. From. You.

Hi, hope you liked it x
The progression of the chapters are slow, sorry but yeah :)
Oh, and italics are Alisa's thoughts
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