"Carren," Mrs Sawes said softly, resting her hand on my knee in a supposedly comforting way. I shrugged it off and attacked the tears with my sleeve as they fell. I don't know why I was crying, or how I had come to; it had just started like somebody had turned on a tap.
"Please, I just want to be on my own." I said, desperately appealing to this huge blob of a woman. She looked pityingly at me.
"Sweetheart, nobody wants to be on their own."
Mum does. Max doesn't seem to mind it. I can cope with it.
"I do," I said firmly, glaring at her.
She let out a huge puff of air from her cheeks, just stopping herself from rolling her eyes.
"Have you got any friends?"
"At school?"
"At all?"
"Oh, uh, not really. I'm not that sort of person." I admitted, embarrassed.
"Well, you can be if you want to." Mrs Sawes said gently. "I think you should try an after school club. Maybe you'll connect with someone just like you."
"Isn't everyone supposed to be unique?" I said, angry that she'd made me say I have no friends. I have no problem accepting that it's true, but I don't exactly shout out about it.
Mrs Sawes carried on smiling.
"Just give it a try, dear." she handed me a small glossy pamphlet with After School Clubs! emblazoned on it. I snatched it from her and crumpled it up in my pocket, but patted it to make sure it was safe.
"Well, off you go then. What've you got next period?"
"Triple maths..." I said glumly. "The bell's about to go..." I hinted, desperately wanted an escape from x + y X 9m2 = z.
"Well, I'd hurry straight along then." Mrs Sawes propelled me out of the room and smiled encouragingly at me. I glared at her and trudged on.
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Oasis
Teen FictionCarren Winters isn't popular. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't understand why the girls at her school talk about lipgloss and crushes, or why the boys all despise her. She doesn't understand why her little brother Max is so weird, and why h...
