I woke up lying down surrounded by random people and a concerned Lisa, who was clutching her wrist. But I'm the one who-was-knocked-unconscious-because-you-didn't-inform-me that I needed to duck! Someone could have said anything. But they didn't.
I rolled my eyes and Lisa laughed, I sat up seeing everyone spin. My vision was blurry and I felt slightly light headed.
"Problem" I muttered under my breath holding onto Lisa's shoulder
"Let's get you up" she spoke clutching my side protectively
Lisa pulled me up, and the first thing I saw was the stupid tart that punched me. Janice.
"Janice" I called shaking Lisa off me and stepping forward slowly
She spun around all princess like on her toes, that's when my fist clashed with her nose. She fell the floor cradling her nose, I fell soon after onto my ass. I instantly regretted it but she did deserve it. I laughed and continued to laugh until the blood rushed back painfully to my head.
"You bitch" She yelled venomously
"Everyone saw that was self-defence" I spoke before attempting to walk away with Lisa and a few teachers following behind me.
I finally got to my locker dismissing everyone including Lisa, which was had because she is even more ignorant than me and she didn't take it very well because she felt guilty which is expected, she is so emotional.
I opened up my locker to see a red mark forming on my jaw which looked a little purple but could easily be covered with hair, I opened my concealer bottle and started to apply makeup.
My eyes forced themselves to close resulting in me dropping to the floor quickly but being caught before I hit the floor. The arms were strong and protective around me. Then the burning started again.
"Ahhh" I yelled sliding down the lockers, squeezing my wrist.
I looked down to see the tattoo change from 18 to 17, it hurt even more than before. The pain stopped and I was sitting there with my eyes nailed shut with force.
"Hannah" someone spoke gently moving hair out of my face.
I looked up to see my uncle Peter, my mother's brother kneeling besides me. Looking at me, his hard face laced with concern.
"Uncle peter, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously dismissing the look
"Your mum phoned me to pick you up, what was that?"
I huffed attempting to come up with an excuse but he knows when I'm lying, he always knows when I am lying. "I'll tell you when we get home" I spoke gently lifting my head
He nodded and picked me off the floor, which triggered my dizziness instantly which made his grip harder around my waist.
When we arrived home he had the 'tell me now' face which is never good. I sat down and started to sip my water as he watched me eagerly. I looked up trying to give puppy dog eyes and he stood still, not moving.
"Okay, I'm pregnant!" I shouted, he just stared blankly at me. The truth it is. "I've been sent back, in some kind of weird way, in time to stop someone from killing themselves" I spoke " I have 17 days left and your the only one who knows" I spoke revealing my arm with the tattoo
He looked at me amazed "How hard did you hit your head?" he asked as he choked on laughter
I know he gets a promotion tomorrow, let's see how he likes me telling him he had the job that he has been working for his whole life.
"You get the promotion in work tomorrow, congratulations" I smiled before getting up tapping him on the back and sliding myself up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I decided I deserved a shower. I got in and felt the warm water run down my back and drip onto my feet. I washed my hair with strengthening shampoo because I straighten and curl my hair a lot. I shaved my legs which made my head hurt instantly.
When I got out of the shower I heard rustling coming from my room. This better not be death again, I'm-a-shot-him. I slipped into my long top and opened the door.
"If you're looking through my magazine again I'm-a- Nate?" I spoke realising; standing in front of me was Nate
"Hi, who did you think I was" he spoke with a smirk, looking around my room, Inspecting.
"What are you doing here? and my uncle, he loves magazines" I replied casually. Trying to sound confident but my voice gave out making me sound like a banshee.
"Just wanted to see if you were okay" he answered sheepishly "I heard about Janice clocking you and then you clocking her"
I sat down at the top of my bed and he sat next to me "Oh, how is she?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
"Broken nose" He laughed. Shit.
"How did you get in?" I asked
"Climbed through the window" he answered. Awkward.
Out of nowhere we started to laugh ridiculously, for some strange reason. I was laughing and he was laughing and all I saw with his eyes, the colour got brighter and brighter with every pack of laughing episodes. Suddenly we stopped laughing, but Nate was still smiling, and for the first time I noticed that it was lopsided, his smile was lopsided, his mouth was sloping up on one side.
"You have a lopsided smile" I chuckled crossing my legs tilting my head to face him
"And you have a stupid smile" he answered like a child looking at my hands which were perched between us.
"I'm guessing you couldn't come up with anything nasty about my smile, because its pretty" I laughed rolling my eyes flipping my hair pretending I was vein.
He chocked nervously "I'm going to go" he spoke before he jumped out of the window and disappeared into my next door neighbour's garden. Goodbye to you too.
"Who were you talking to?" My uncle asked curiously inspecting my room for an intruder.
"God" I answered sarcastically
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Saving him!
Teen FictionHannah Jenkins is a good girl, who has a run in with death. Death asks Hannah if she could would she prevent someone's death? Hannah tells death that what was supposed to happen will happen, until Nate Gilbert kills himself. Hannah instantly blames...
