today was school. great. and the worst part? I didn't have any friends. I couldn't really talk to lance. I left for school with lance after I got ready. and by 'with lance' I mean walking about ten feet behind him. I felt like both he and I needed distance and space to recollect ourselves.
the walk to school was short and by the time we got there, the bell had rung. I grabbed my timetable from the office and headed to roll call. everyone minded their own business in there so I was happy. then can first period. I got balls of paper thrown at me and people laughing at me. no one talked to me except when they called me names. in the hallways, people grabbed my arse and no matter how much I shouted at them, they would've leave me alone. i thought I would go to the library to get away but I smashed right into someone. she turned around slowly and glared at me. she shoved me to the ground. all I did was bump into her. it was an accident! she started punching me over and over again. all the people who tormented me started joining in. I saw lance. he just stared at me helplessly on the floor with a split lip and bleeding nose. he did nothing and when he caught my eye, he turned away as if he saw nothing. I started crying. they laughed and made fun of me. someone had knocked me really hard in the eye and I knew I would have a black eye forming soon. someone had socked me in the stomach and I felt all the healing cuts open again. the pain was too much. someone threw a hard punch with a lot f force at my nose, surely breaking it. I did nothing to fight back. I deserved it. all the laughing and people screaming was tuned out and replaced with a high pitched ringing. I saw black spots clouding my vision and I was surrounded by darkness.
I woke up and winced at my wounds. I was in the sick bay. I got out of bed. I was fine now. I snuck out without anyone seeing and headed straight to the library to hide out until school ends. i walked on and sat down on one of the couches. I was just taking a breather when a golden plaque on the wall caught my eye. I got up and walked to it. reading it. it was a memorabilia for students who got shot in the library.
"that sucks." some kid next to me said. I looked at him.
"yeah." I looked back at the plaque. "who did it."
"some freak named Tate Langdon I think. every year we have this special assembly for these students. I think that was his name."
I held my breath. what? no it couldn't be. that's not even possible. "when was the shooting?" my voice wavered.
"I dunno. over ten years ago I reckon." and with that, the boy left me staring at the plaque.
these lives. Tate took the lives of these people. for what? I was gobsmacked. how could my sweet Tate do this?
I hid out I the library to school ended. once the bell rang, I raced out towards home. when I did get home, I didn't stop a second. if Martha or lance saw my face..
I went to the bathroom, checking to make sure there were no dead bodies floating about, and looked at my face. they was a deep purple bruise around my eye and my nose looked sort of bent. I could cover the bruise with makeup. I was going to have to live with my nose. first I washed my face to get rid of all the dry blood. I cleaned the few cuts around my face and then covered the bruise up.
it wasn't perfect but itll have to do.
after that, I was bored with nothing to do. I grabbed a torch and decided it was exploring time. I came to a door which seemed out of place. I opened it. it revealing a descending stair case. I walked cautiously down the steps. I heard one sound when I hit the bottom of the stairs. glass of some kind, repetitively hitting the floor again and again. I searched for the source of the sound, it it louder and louder. but then suddenly it stopped.
next thing I knew, there were hands covering my eyes, stumbling me backwards along with them self to a wall. I clawed at their hand, trying to escape.
