Everything

Clinton High

TRIGGER WARNING - SWEARING AND ABUSE

November's house above ^

November's P.O.V

"Get up you f**king bitch!" My father shouted at me while kicking me in the ribs. No doubt, that will leave a bruise.

I groaned back in response, too exhausted to say anything back to him.

You're probably wondering why I don't fight back. Well, that's because I can't fight and I deserve it because it's my fault for what happened to my sister and mom.

If I wasn't crying about feeling sick, they wouldn't be dead. We would all be one big happy family.

But sadly that just is not my reality.

After 5 hard kicks to the ribs, 2 punches to the faces and 3 kicks to my stomach, my father finally left to go drink more alcohol, which is all he ever does.

I was extremely nervous for my first day at Clinton High. I could never fit into crowds or get people to like me as a friend. I prefer to stick to myself and wish away the day to be done.

But high school is the least of my problems right now, I have more important things to worry about. Like how I currently cannot walk and will probably have to crawl to my bathroom to try and get ready for school.

After 10 minutes of crawling to my bathroom, I finally made it and attempted to stand up and get ready. I decided to wear ripped black skinny jeans, a grey top and a pair of white shoes.

As I was looking in the mirror I couldn't help but notice how bad my face currently looked. My eye had started to get swollen and my lip had busted open.

I tried to apply my makeup as best as I could, which resulted in me having to put more on than I usually do.

I don't like concealing the fact that my father hits me, but if I don't put on makeup and someone figures out my secret, my father will beat me to death.

I didn't have enough time to sit and eat breakfast because I would be late for school. I just eat it while I walk to school which takes 20 minutes. Although I don't mind, anything that gets me away from my father is amazing.

I appreciate walking and the sensations that engulf me as I walk. Like the wind softly blowing through my long brown hair, the sun shining down on my olive skin.

It's at that moment that I feel at peace.

Until I realise my reality.

*20 Minutes Later*

When I arrive at school I keep my head down. I try not to stand out in crowds as my father says to me all the time that 'no one should have to look at a face that hideous'.

But you want to know the worst of all...

I believe him.

As I had in my earbuds, I was walking towards the office when I bumped into what seemed like a brick wall, but it wasn't it.

*ouch*

I rub my head and slowly look up to see a guy, wait no, a giant, that is now staring down at me, how awkward. I mean I am only 5'3 so I guess everyone is a giant to me but he was at least 6'3 which is just crazy.

The giant suddenly spoke, making me jolt back as he said, "Watch where you're going, weirdo!"

I quietly mumble back to him "Sorry"

Keeping my head down, I continued my walk to the office, but I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on the back of my head. I knew that it was the giant, but I also knew better than to turn around and meet his intimidating gaze.

So with the last bit of energy I had left in me, I speed walk away from him and ensure that a great distance is held between the two of us.

I have now reached the office, which felt like it took me a century to get to, and I collect my timetable. I read which class I had first up and it was, unfortunately, history.

What a great way to start my day.

Not.

After searching for about 10 minutes, I finally found my classroom and began to walk inside. The door makes that loud squeaky noise and I wanted to die inside from the embarrassment. Not only was I late but I also now have everyone's attention on me.

I hated the feeling of being stared at, I do not appreciate being noticed.

After an awkward, silence, and me wanting to curl up in a ball and let the floor engulf me, the teacher finally spoke.

I just wish that teachers spoke sooner, to get that awkward tension out of the way.

He introduced him as, 'Mr Winter'

And I quickly lifted my head for a split second and smiled at him.

Mr Winter spoke again and said, "Hello there, you must be the new girl, November?"

I quietly responded and said "Yes sir"

"Well, November... Welcome to my history class, would you like to find a seat as the class has already started" He said

I quickly followed his instructions and sat down at the back of the classroom, away from everyone's eyes.

After 5 minutes of hearing Mr Winter talk about the Great Depression, I shut my eyes.

This morning had been so rushed for me that I didn't even have time to properly look after the bruises on my ribs and legs.

I was currently in so much pain, that my ribs were killing me.

When this normally happens to me I try to dissociate from the pain and distract my mind onto something else.

As I was about to fall into a deep slumber, I felt the same pair of eyes on me from the office this morning. I felt shivers go down my spine as I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see none other than the giant from before.

Just staring at me intently

As if he was trying to figure me out?

Why do I have the feeling that this morning wouldn't have been my last interaction with him?

*Thanks for reading the first chapter of 'Everything', I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! Now onto the next...*

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