Spencer's POV:
I lay in my bed, staring at the white ceiling. My body is overcome with freezing cold shivers as I hear my parent's voices coming from downstairs.
"I am so disappointed in Spencer," My father, Peter, exclaims. "Why can't she be more like Melissa?"
A short pause, then my father angrily asks my mother, Veronica, "How are you not disappointed? Furious?"
"Peter, I am. I'm just thinking. How could she do this to us?" Veronica replies.
Oh, how I hated my parents sometimes. For Heaven's sake, nobody's perfect... Right? Oh right, I forgot. Melissa is. Melissa is my sister, my perfect older sister.
I rolled my eyes, pretending not to care. Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm a failure. A tear rolled down my cheek. Followed by another, then another.
Suddenly, more voices. "She doesn't deserve to be a Hastings."
That's it. I can't take it anymore. I'm out.
I stood up, walked over to my purse, took it, stuffed a couple of the most important things in it (my cell phone, wallet, my charger, three hair bands and five bobby pins), and left my room.
I have nothing to lose.
I walked out of my house. My parents saw me. They didn't ask me to return. They didn't stop me from leaving. They were happy I was gone.
Thats it, I thought. There is no return.
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That Morning
I'm really nervous, I have a test in Physics today and I really hope I ace it. With all of the -A stuff, I keep getting distracted.
Spencer, stop. I tell myself. You are Spencer Hastings. Spencer Hastings doesn't need to worry about a test.
I get in my car, about to drive to school, when suddenly a grey car appears out of nowhere and meets my car with a loud thump. Everything goes black.
I wake up in a hospital, alone. I didnt expect my parents to come, anyway. Then I remember the car, the thump, the darkness. A nurse comes into my room.
"Hello dear, how are you feeling?" She asks politely. She is wearing a striped white and red dress.
"I-I'm alright thanks." I stumble. "When can I leave? You see, I have this big Physics test and..."
"I'll get a doctor." The nurse says. I nod.
Within minutes, a doctor comes in.
"Hello. I just need to run a few tests and then you're free to go. I'm Dr. Kingston by the way." He has a british accent and curly hair.
I nod and say "I'm Spencer"
A good fifteen minutes later, Dr. Kingston comes in and tells me that I'm good to go, and that I should be careful driving next time."
I smile, nod, and speed off to school. I look at my phone. My face drops. It's 11:15. Physics finished at 11:10.
I run to school and hurry to find my Physics teacher. I explain my situation and tell him I was in the hospital.
Mr. Brun, the physics teacher, is my least favorite teacher. The feeling is mutual. He hates me too.
He let's me know that there is nothing he could do about it. I know he is lying. But theres nothing I can do about it.
I turn around and walk away, tears already flooding my eyes. I failed a test. Zero. I didn't even take it. Now my parents are really going to hate me.
The rest of the classes for the day are just a blur. A mixture of tears and thoughts.
I silently walk home and find my parents already there, sitting on the couch. Staring into empty space. Mr. Brun must have called.
"How could you Spencer?" My mother asks.
"Mom I was in the hospital! I blacked out. I was asleep!" I defend myself.
"Instead of apologizing, you defend yourself for failing a test? Wow, Spencer. Wow." My father yells. I run up to my room into my bed.
I failed a test. I know that. I was in a freaking hospital. I'm not perfect.
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Thats how I got here. Outside. With a small purse and nothing else. I'm alone. I walk to the park. I know I'm not safe. But I don't care. I have nothing to lose.
I sit on a bench and silently sob. It's freezing out here. I'm all alone. Suddenly, I hear a voice speaking to me.
"Are you alright?" I look up to see a blue-eyed boy staring down at me.
I nod. I couldn't just sit there and tell him all my problems... Or could I?
Toby's POV:
I look down at this beautiful girl sitting on the bench. As soon as I saw her, I felt a warm feeling inside of me. I fell in love.
She was shivering, crying and alone. Of course she wasn't okay. I take off my jacket and put it on her.
"Here, take this." I say.
She looks up at me, surprised.
Spencer's POV:
I look up at him, surprised. No one has ever cared about me before. No one cared if I was cold. Or upset. Or alone. But he did. This blue-eyed boy did.
Suddenly I realized I hadn't said a word to him.
"Thanks," I say.
He smiles. I try to smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. I think for a moment. This boy, there is something different about him. I feel like I can tell him anything. I feel like I can trust him with my life. I have only known him for five minutes, though.
I wondered why he cared. I had never actually discussed my life problems with anyone. But he wasn't just anyone.
Slowly, I nodded. "Yes, I do."
