Fix Me

Fix Me-3

A week went by quickly seeing as I stayed home Aunt Shelly didn’t mind, she obviously knew something had happened so she left me be for a few days. Seeing as I said few, today is a start of a new week and once again she is failing at getting me up.

“April… common I’m going to be late for work, it’s only going to be your second day, please just go today and see how much nicer it is, for me?”

I rolled my eyes and sat up with Aunt Shelly giving me the puppy dog eyes, even though she was 10 years older than me she acted so much younger with what you just witnessed.

“YAY! Okay hurry up and get ready were leaving in 5.”

She got up and ran out the door leaving me to get ready. I walked to my bathroom and quickly did my morning routine and put my hair up in a messy bun. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a simple strappy top and converse.

I grabbed my phone and bag and met Aunt Shelly by the door. She smiled and drove me to school.

It felt like the first day was replaying over again. No one was looking at me. Instead they were whispering and pointing at me, great rumours.

I kept my head down low and gripped on to my bag as if it was my life. I walked through the crowed and reached my locker. I grabbed the books up until lunch so I could avoid the halls as much as possible.

Once I closed my locker I came into view of a very calm? Angry-person-that-I-punched.

“So look who decides to show their face again, you know you punch pretty well for a whore.”

My mouth gaped open, I saw his eyes travel downwards to my chest, I looked down too, yeah there big but seriously, being called a slut because of them?

I cleared my throat, his eyes didn’t move, so I did the only thing that would get his attention, I slapped him.

The slapped echoed the hall that I was standing in and everyone stood still and looked around.

“WHAT THAT FUCK WAS THAT FOR?”

He started to get angry again, he held his cheek and rubbed it before he punched the locker next to me, I jumped a little but didn’t show it. I decided he wasn’t going to say anything so I made my way to my English class.

“Oi sluts don’t walk away from me.”

I stopped dead in my steps and turned around and started walking up to him. I walked up fast and pushed him till he stumbled a little.

“I’ll tell you once and never again, you don’t know me so shut up and leave me alone!”

I clenched my jaw shut and stormed off to class.

The rest of the day went slow with everyone giving me stares and whispering about me. I walked into the last session slowly and peacefully, but as soon as I stepped in I was called to the headmaster’s office.

My teacher wrote me a pass and I walked as slow as I could to his office, once I was there the lady at the front put me through to his office. To be honest I was scared, what had I been called up for?

“April Clare.”

I jerked up at the call of my name and stumbled through the door, I sat opposite the big chair and fiddled with my thumbs.

“Miss Clare, are you aware for why your here?”

I shook my head no and put it down again.

“Well then, I have had a complaint from a student who has come forward saying you have abused him and given him no reason. Now I have a no bullying tolerance at this school and I would like to keep it that way. Now please enlighten me on why such behaviour?”