The Bad Boy Teacher and I

Chapter 1 

  There are a lot of things that a 17 year old would think about. Such as what kind of outfits to wear everyday, which idols to chase around and whether or not they are going to get those latest One Direction concert tickets. Or maybe you are one of those kids who worry about test grades and college applications, like my best friend Audrey. But that is besides the point. 

What I am trying to say is that no 17 year olds should walk around with a younger brother while dragging a luggage and aimlessly walking around a park. 

"Gabby, where are we going?" 

"I don't know." I slumped onto a bench and Mitch followed. 

"So what do we do now?" Mitch asked with a lollipop hanging from his mouth. He looked at me with wide eyes and I can't help but feel a pang in my chest. Those big brown eyes looked so much like my mother's.

I sighed heavily. "We will continue finding for an apartment. Don't worry, just eat your lollipop." An empty promise.

I knew that if we could not find an apartment (which is probably the case), we would have to go back to Aunt Mabel's place and suffer humiliation. At this point of time, you must be wondering what exactly happened. Well, death happened. My parents were killed 2 years ago in a car accident, which left Mitch and I homeless. As the closest relatives to us, the court had given custody of us both to Aunt Mabel and Uncle Sam, much to their disappointment. 

Aunt Mabel and Uncle Sam had 2 twins, Judy and Janet. The new addition of Mitch and I to their family was unwelcoming. At home, they would treat us like outsiders. I had to be their personal maid in exchange for them providing a roof over our heads. Which to be honest, is not such a bad thing. I mean, there are no free lunches in the world. But then the abuse started. You see, Uncle Sam was a hopeless drunk. One time at night, Mitch had gone down to the kitchen to get a drink and in the end was beaten up by Uncle Sam. This became a daily occurence from then on. Everytime I accidentally let my guard down, Uncle Sam would abuse Mitch. It got to the point where I couldn't bear it any longer and on impulse, packed all our things and ran away from that house. 

And I wasn't kidding when I said this was on impulse. I really should have considered beforehand where I was going to take Mitch.

A flash of lightning went by. I glanced up into the sky and realised the thick grey clouds were gathering over our heads. Great, even the big guy up there thought that my decision to leave the house is stupid. 

"Gabby, it's gonna rain soon. Do you think we should go back home?" I wanted to snap at him and tell him that that house is not our home but i kept it in. He is only 5, he doesn't know what's going on. 

"No, we are not going back there." I stood up and with one hand I held the handle of the luggage, with the other i held onto Mitch's chubby hand. My eyes then travelled automatically to Mitch's hand that was covered in small scars and not yet healed bruises. I promised myself that I will never let Mitch suffer through those injuries again. 

I snapped out of my reverie and saw a shelter in a distance away from us. It was already starting to drizzle. 

"Hey Mitchie," I turned to Mitch and pointed towards the shelter, "race you to that shelter." He looked up at me, eyes filled with excitement and began to run ahead.

"Mitchie, that's cheating!" I began running ahead as well, with the luggage towing behind me and slowing me down. Mitch's small figure ran even faster, leaving behind trails of giggles. 

The moment I set foot into the shelter, it started pouring outside. Talk about lucky. 

"Yay Gabby I won! Now you have to give me that cola-flavoured lollipop." Mitch said with a pout.