I hate you, I love you

Chapter 11

"So, Abraham Lincoln was the president of the United States  from 1861 to 1865. He headed north side during the American Civil War and was murdered in connection with a theater in the capital city." The teacher said.

I didn't listen. I just sat here and played with the pencil. Peter sat next to me, he does that when we have history class. He didn't listen either, he just played with my hair with his dirty fingers. I was annoyed, I was. But I couldn't do anything, because the teacher would get mad. I so wanted to slap Peter and scream the loudest as I can, but I couldn't.

"Wanna come over tonight?" He whispered.

"N-no" I said and looked away.

"Why not? We can have some fun"

"I SAID NO" I screamed and noticed that everyone is staring at me right now.

"Uh, sorry" I whispered.

The teacher looked at me with a confused face and continued the lesson. Peter just smirked and looked at me. I didn't look at him, but I could feel that he was staring. I looked down on the ground.

After a while the school bell rang and the lesson ended.

"Um, Martina wait" the teacher said to me

I looked at her and she went and closed the door. There were only we two here.

"Please sit down" she said and I did what she said

"You've been acting weird lately. You look sad, and I see that you're not working that much on the lessons."

"Just, tired" I said

"Are you sure? Because you look very sad and you've got a lot of bruises on your face. And you don't need to cover them with makeup, I can see them anyway."

"Look, I'm fine. Totally fine" I said and was about to go but the teacher grabbed my arm.

"Martina, don't lie to me. I need to know the truth"

"Why do you care about me that much? I mean, you're not my mom"

"I'm a teacher, it's my job to care about others. I do care about everyone, and everyone is happy, but not you. Please sit down so we can talk about this."

"Keyy then" I said and sat down

"What do you think about school?"

"I hate it" I said

"Why?"

"Because it's boring and I'm getting bullied everyday-" I said and took my hands over my mouth. I regretted the last sentence I said.

"I shouldn't have said that" I said

"But you did. Now tell me, who is bullying you?"

"Erm... P-Peter."

"Peter? What? No, he can't bully you. He's so nice" my eyes got bigger when she said that.

"But it's true-"

"Martina, don't. Okay let's talk about something else. Uh, are you excited about the new pupil who's going to start in your class?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"I haven't told anyone, but it's a boy" she said excitedly.

"Uh okay"

"Can I go home now? I mean, I think my mom is kinda worried."

"Uh yes, of course"

-

I opened my door and there were a few police officers in my house. What the? What's going on? They didn't look that happy. A police came to me and took his hand on my shoulder and looked Down on the ground.

"We got a call..."

"That someone died in a car accident..." He said and I became more nervous.

"And it was your mom..."