Going under *Originally Drift*

Chapter 3

Twirling my pencil in my hand, I frown down at my homework that is currently placed in front of me. ‘Who can work out this crap’ I throw the pencil at the wall in front of me and rub my hands over my face; I just can’t get him out of my head. I wonder what he is doing now. Maybe exploring with his walking stick, or smirking that cocky smirk that made all the booby girls in our school fall and wither at the knees for.

“SKYE, COME DOWN HERE” I hear my mother screech from downstairs, I haven’t spoken to her since the smacking incident. I can still feel the impact, so I have every right to avoid her.

“What mother” I say coldly, walking down stairs

“Go get me something to eat, I’m hungry” She has her legs crossed at the ankles on the coffee table that is stained with coffee rings from her mugs.

“No, get your own food”

“Do not raise your voice at me, I am the adults and I have to be obeyed so please, get your fat arse to the shops and get me something because I am hungry!”

“geez, we have stuff in the cupboard, get off YOUR arse and make yourself something, I was not brought up to be your slave, so please shut up”

I stomp back upstairs andslump on my bed with a huge sigh and stare up at the ceiling, maybe a good intake of fresh air in my lungs will help me relax.

I grab my converse out from under my bed and slip them on my stubby feet. I run downstairs, passing my sorry excuse for a mother and head over to the park across the road, seeing the rusty swings slowly rock back and forth in the swaying wind.

I see a boy sitting on the bench, his hands balled into fist and placed on hischeeks, he looks sad and I do feel a slight tug in my heart when I notice he is crying. I get closer to the boy, when I realize he looks exactly like Chris.

“C-Chris” I say. The boy looks up and frowns.

“My name is Trevor, my brother’s name is Chris” He’s voice wobbles and he looks down at his hands.

“Oh, my apologies, I thought you were my fr-“I stop talking and frown, was he my friend? Am I aloud to classify him as one, I don’t think he’d like that.

“Uh, this guy I know, he talks to me sometimes, he’s blind unfortunately” Trevors head snaps up and his face is full of relisation.

“You know Chris? Chris Gaston?” He says quietly, I nod and look away from his piercing glaze

“I sat next to him in English and we had a little chat I guess” he smirks and pats the space next to him, I sit down softly, trying to not make the bench shake.

“What’s your name?”

“Skylar, Skylar Grey” His smirk grows and it starts to creep my out

“You’re the big chick he was talking about last night, you were the one with the ocean blue eyes” he points a finger at me and I look down in embarrassment.

“Yes, im the BIG girl” I feel my chest tightend and twiddle my fingers together

“Oh, no I didn’t mean it like that honey, he just said you weren’t exactly a Barbie girl, if you know what I mean” He puts his hand on my arm, and I smile

“No, you’re definanly right, im not a Barbie girl, I don’t see the point, how are you meant to be liked by others for being yourself, when most of your assets have been brought with daddys credit car?”

“Your right darling, the only reason boys go for them is because their boobs reach their chin, and their Nicki Minaj asses can never be missed”

“Haha, exactly, took the words right out of my mouth” he smiles a big toothy smile.

"Well I better be off, got a lot of things to sort out with my parents, bye Skylar!" He runs off waving and I yell a goodbye back. Learn something everyday I guess.