Anything But Normal

Chapter 8: The Kiss Of Life

"Miss Asia, could I have your phone please? It's school rules not to have them on during class, you know that. I thought you of all people would follow the rules." My Spanish teacher Mr Reed told me. I hate him.

A few months ago I was walking down the corridor and I heard him say something offensive about me an my family.

"Apparently she couldn't do PE because she'd 'sprained her leg' well we all know the real reason now," my PE teacher had said.

"Oh, well I can expect that and all. Coming from the background that she does and all. Her Mother dropped out of school to be with a man who left her, her sister has gotten pregnant and put it up for adoption, and lets face it," he lowers his voice and signals for the PE teacher to lean in. "Asia's a bit of a slut anyway."

That mother fucker! He has no right to be like that, he shouldn't be nosing around in my family's business. The teachers always said that if there is a problem, go to them straight away, but how can I trust them if they're talking about me behind my back?

Yes, Annie had a baby, but that was when she was 17 and that's so unfair! She'd gotten raped on her way back home from a friends house. She didn't want to keep a baby when she had her future ahead of her and defenetly not one that had been made wrongly.

"No," I say sitting up tall in my chair.

"What?" He asks raising an eyebrows.

"I said no asshole," then all the words trapped inside of me came tumbling out. "You had no right to talk to that PE teacher about my Mum and Annie. You had not right to talk about me behind my back, and neither do the other teachers. Don't you dare tell me to go to the head masters office, because I'm quitting school, and never coming back."

I pick up my bag and rage out of the classroom, turning around at the last minute and shouting. "I'm not a slut!"

I grab all of my books and papers out of my bag and throw them behind me. They flutter to the ground like snow and sink into the wooden floor.

I run to the nearest bus stop and take my phone out if my bag. I've had 10 missed calls and 4 messages from Dame.

I really can't be bothered anymore.

Just as the bus is coming around the corner, I see someone on the corners of my eyes. I turn to see Sam running towards me. I smile.

I think that if careless whisper was playing and he was running in slow motion, he'd look extra sexy.

"What're you doing here?" I breath as the bus is approaching.

"When you left the classroom, Mr Reed had a spazz attack." Sam laughs. "He screamed at me to run after you."

"Are you going to take me back to the scary man Sam," I joke.

"No," he snickers grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the bus. "I'm taking you to the beach. Just to get away from it all, ya know. Let off some steam."

I stare at him open mouthed and show the bus driver my pass. "Really?" I gasp. I don't go to the beach a lot, only on special trips. The last time I went was at my Auntie's wedding a few years ago.

"Really really," he laughs.

"Isn't it a bit cold?" I ask. "It's December, it should me freezing."

Should be.

It's still boiling here, and everyone goes to the beach when it's hot.

"Actually no, it's warm at the coast today," Sam smiles. "So," he asks as we sit down and the bus chugs into action. "Who's the Dad?"