Chapter 8 - School

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I'm sorry for not updating for SO long! - foreverpentaholic13

A few weeks have gone by and I feel like a brand new person. I haven't had a nightmare in weeks and my anxiety has drastically improved. I eat properly and I'm healthy.

Mitch and Scott said that now I've settled in, I should start school again, so they enrolled me at Ravenswood High, the local high school. I'm a little nervous to start next semester, considering I haven't ever really been to a proper school and I'm not going to have any friends, or know anybody at all for that matter. It's my first day soon, but I'm sure I'll be okay. What's the worst that could happen?

Soon enough, it was my first day of school and I've never been so nervous in my life. My bag was packed and Mitch was driving me there. I was listening to some music in an attempt to calm myself down, but it wasn't really working. We pulled into the parking lot and I sat still, observing the crowd of teenagers all rushing to see their friends and get to class before the bell rang.

I hugged Mitch goodbye and stepped out of the car, my body trembling and my heart racing. I walked into the building, looked at my timetable and made my way to my first class, English. Thankfully, the classroom wasn't hard to find. The teacher introduced me to the class and everyone noticed that I was an anxious mess. Some people rolled their eyes and I heard a chuckle or two from the back of the room. Great.

Come lunchtime, I still hadn't made conversation with anyone. Not friendly conversation at least. One of the boys (and some of his asshole friends) from my first period English class made his way over to where I was sitting in the cafeteria and proceeded to tease me about my nervous breakdown in English class. "Aw poor girl wants her mummy and daddy because she's afraid on her first day of school" he teased, talking at me as though I was a five year old child. I might be afraid, but I wasn't going to let him walk all over me like that. I stood up from my seat at the table and stepped towards him. Unfortunately, he was twice my size and unexpectedly, his fist flew towards my face. Over and over again. He kicked me in the stomach and hit me until I was on the floor and everything had turned to darkness.


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