Behind closed doors

Chapter 1

Walking around school with my eyes half open , notebooks in my hands and my black hair covering my glistening brown eyes , in my own little world , that just about sums up a Monday morning for me.Not realising where I was going I feel another body clashing into mind causing me to drop my notes everywhere.I instantly bend down and start picking them up , I see someone's hand and I look up just to see my best friend James there.I can feel my face flushing red of embarrassment as I pick up my notes , faster.James passes me my notes and I thank him and walk away.Im not in the mood to talk to anyone today.

"Hey" i hear his voice shout behind me and then suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder.He shakes me by my shoulders  , getting more rough each time."snap outta it" he says rather loud , loud enough to catch a couple of glares from other students.

"Uh -eh sorry" I stammer quickly as I plaster a fake smile across my face.I hate putting a filter on but I feel the need to because maybe one day I will believe that too.

"That's more like it" he says with a smirk , God I love it when he does that.I examine his face , he has brown eyes just like me but they have more of a sparkle , a rather normal nose and pretty big lips for a boy , he has brown hair which he leaves natural ,he doesn't need any gel it already looks great in my opinion , oh and I forgot to mention he also has a small silver stud nose piercing  on the right side of his nose.

"So , I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school" he looks over at me hopefully as I hug my school notes tight , I wish I could but I have to go home and do all the work for my lazy parents, if only they'd give me a break.

"Aww j I'm sorry I have to go home and study for that French exam , strict rules" I say making an excuse hoping he wouldn't realise there is no exam , I put my arm round his neck and pull him downward and ruffle his hair a little as I say this.

"Alright alright" he says pulling his head back up and fixing his hair , the bell rings loudly three times and that's when me and James go our separate ways , it's 5th period now so school should be over soon and I have my all time favourite lesson, music , only because you could say I'm pretty good at the piano and I'm entering a competition soon , so you could call this training.

I go into the full class and take my seat , I pull my piano exercise book out and start memorising the keys , I'm moving my fingers in the right order intill I look around and see everybody Is looking at me  , I slowly put my fingers back under the desk and that is when the teacher looks over at me strangely , Mrs smith her name is and you could say she's the best teacher here , she likes too joke around like every other kid in this school.If you asked her to rob a bank I'm pretty sure she would.

"Megan , what are you doing may I ask" she says sternly while looking me in the eye , I look away not making eye contact and answer "I have a-uh piano competition coming up soon and I have to memorise this piece miss" I say slowly shutting my book , that's when miss smith moves her hands implying I open it back up , I do as I'm told and she comes over , she leans over the edge of my table and examines the paper very carefully.

"Well good luck kiddo" she says with a warming smile and as of that the bell goes , everybody rushes out of the class but I , I take my time , carefully taking one step at a time , I put a piece of my black hair behind my ear and turn round to face miss smith

"Thank you , means a lot" I say giving her the same smile she gave me earlier and I walk out , i go out of the building to see that's the place is nearly deserted , I look at my phone and it says 15:15 so unless it's wrong my bus leaves in a Minute , I pick up my pace every step I take till I'm practically running , I just make it to my bus and sit down on a window seat.

I rest my head on the window and feel the vibrations on the side of my forehead, I sigh in relief that's schools over but at the same time I sigh of stress because I know I'm not getting any rest tonight.

My bus journey finally comes to an end and I get off , jumping over the last step until I'm face to face with number 19 , a big creamish  coloured house with a wooden glossed roof aka my house , I walk up the steps as slow as I can , making every moment last until I reach the door.

I put my hand on the silver door handle and turn it downward so it's facing the wooden patio and I step inside and breath in the scent of lavender from the flowers we were given by granny , I think I did a pretty good job on keeping them alive.i pull my black lace up shoes off at the door and place them neatly by the other shoes.I stand there and sigh for a minute.I step forward and look around and take in another breath of lavender.

"I'm home" I shout smiling hoping for a reply
But as always
There isn't ...