I'm not mental, I'm just special in my own way

Chapter 1

It started when i was 5. Everyone told me it was an imaginary friend but i knew it was more than that, everyone thought it was my mind playing tricks on me but i knew the truth it was my dad, well the spirit of my dad hopefully coming back to apologize to my poor mum for being a drunken wretch most of their relationship.

3 months down the line, i still knew i was seeing my dad but everyone still thought it was my imagination so here i am now sitting in a boarding school for the mentally impaired, let’s just say i warned them!

No friends.No family.No one who actually cares for me or the only reason the people who work here care is because they are getting paid to do it.

And worst of all no one who believes me.

But at least i can sit here in this comfy chair.

"Hey you've taken up my chair for feeling sorry for yourself"

I slowly tilted my head towards the direction the voice came from.

“oh sorry, but there’s a chair in the other corner, so go sulk in that one instead!" i said not hiding my frustration that a cute guy was talking to me only because he wanted his pink flowery chair back!

"oh sorry i didn’t mean to be rude, I’m Lewis, now I’m sure you can move your skinny arse up a tad so i can squidge in that gorgeous granny curtain chair with you?"

"I would, but the smell of lynx aftershave is a bit too strong for me to bare!"

I heard him mumble “better than sweat." then casually swagger off before turning round and saying "cya later gorgeous!"

Entering the dream world the first thing that pops into my head is jet black emo hair and bright blue eyes, typical a rock stars eye color(Kurt Cobain) to go with his rock star look! God how sad is it for me to see a smart-arse boy then dream about him, I’m not one of those who follows the guys round school almost begging for him to catch a glimpse at me.

The next morning as i entered the cafeteria the first thing i saw was Lewis leaning against a wall chatting up some blondie, hide behind my long brown hair as i walk past him was my plan for this morning, great!

Unfortunately, as i had my waffles in my hand heading over to the only free table, which meant i had to pass Lewis again, blondie stuck her leg out and i went flying, excellent trying to keep a low profile and i end up being known as the wonder woman who can fly strait across 5 tables!, and only because Lewis was eyeing me up not her!

" Alright Blondie, how would you like it if i snap your arm, don’t go tripping up chic’s ‘cus there 10 times hotter than you!" I heard a familiar voice say, oddly calm, Lewis, great my hero!

I slowly sat up, Jesus my arm was throbbing, if I’ve broken my arm on my first day here....i was going to scream, very loudly, or throw my self across the room, again and bitch slap blondie! Suddenly 2 jock guys who were crowding round me (wasn’t everyone) went skidding sideways and Lewis walked between them and crouched down beside me,

“Are you ok?" he spoke in a surprisingly soothing voice

"Yeah, why wouldn’t i be, what would you care if i did hurt myself" i said despite his soothing voice. But in my head i felt a pang of guilt for being rude when he was only trying to help.

"Well a delicate and small girl like you can easily hurt themselves by being clever and attempting to fly"

“Well being small don’t mean I’m weak"

“Well i know, you’ve got a killer tongue!" he said chuckling at his own voice probably!

I simply replied with a small gesture, lifting one intricate finger, and then passed through the small crowd leaving him center of attention, which I’m sure was his main goal, but Christ my arm hurts, i might take a detour around to the medical room, or mental room.

Hiya this is my first story on wattpad, my cousin Nevermind1997 is helping me. I'm going to be updating about once or twice a week hopefully if i'm not to busy! :)