Hurt by the lips of a liar

Chapter 3

I look up into a pair of big, blue eyes and some dirty blond hair.

“Was our pig here already?” Ava says, biting her lip to not burst out in laughter.

“And, how was Spanish class?” Alexandra says and they both burst out in laughter.

“Where is Eleanor? She always wanted to handle these situations” Ava asks Alexandra and Alexandra grabs her phone.

 “Let’s go call her!” Alexandra says with a devilish look in her eyes as she scrolls through her contacts. Eleanor answers on the second ring and she promises to be here soon. She kept her promise and it takes no time for her to stand in front of me.

“Don’t be afraid piglet, everything will be just fine” she says calmly, but her devilish eyes betray her.

Within no time, the girls are gone and I’m hanging above the sink. Drops of blood, slowly escape from my nose into the sink. I have been having this bloody nose for a few minutes now, but it just won’t stop bleeding. My nose and head hurt and blood still drips into the centre of the sink. I grab a tissue and hold it against the source of the bleeding and drop myself on the cold concrete floor under my feet. Tears slide down my face and I feel miserable.

Then, the bell rings and it’s time for me to stand up and make my way through the crowded hallways. Great, I’m going to have a biology test now…

I rush to the classroom as fast as possible. Let the 50 minutes of hell begin…

“I want to see your pens and pens only, please” Mr. Evans, our biology teacher, tells us. “I’m going to hand out the test, please let it be quiet and you can start when you get your test and answer sheet. Good luck everybody” the teacher says and I feel nervous. A lot.

I look beside me, seeing Harry rushing over his answer sheet. His pen, dances on the paper hastily. Of course… He must know all the answers, which isn’t actually surprising me. He, the nerd of the class, always knows everything.

I look at my sheet. I don’t understand a thing and everything seems like I never heard of it before. How is that possible? I studied for days.

“You have 10 more minutes, before I’ll start to pick up your papers” Mr. Evans says and I get a shock. Only 10 more minutes?! I’m never going to get a good grade for this…

I look at my, still empty, answer sheet. I start writing down some nonsense, with the hope some of it may be correct. I stare at my paper, giving a quick glance to my right. Mr. Evans is already picking up the tests, which means I have failed. As always.

“Class is dismissed, you may all go” he says and everyone rushes out of class.

I pick up my bag, leaving the classroom as fast as I can. I walk down the hall alone and my backpack is really heavy. I hold some of my books in my arms, so the weight on my back isn’t too much for me to handle. The feeling of being alone, grows stronger every time I pass a few people. Suddenly, people start to clear the hallway by sanding against lockers and walls.  This can only mean one thing…