I sit on my kitchen floor holding my phone. He hasn't called yet. Not in weeks. He rarely calls. Too busy halfway around the work with his fricking girlfriend. As soon as Mum and Dad got a divorce, he left me to take care of Mum (who is now alcoholic). I ring him to see if he answers. Wait a bit. It goes straight to voicemail. I turn look out the window just as Mum's car pulls into the driveway. "Crap!" I exclaim, struggling to stand up. I sprint to my room and pretend to be asleep. I hear footsteps. Then more footsteps. She's not alone. I get up and peek through the crack in my door and see Mum standing with a man. They're both drunk.
"Let'ssss go to my roooooom..." She slurs. She grabs the man's hand and leads him up the hallway. Great. She's so drunk she forgot that I existed AND is having...it, with a man she met tonight. I climb back into bed and try to sleep. But blocking out the noises isn't easy.
I wake up earlier than usual so that I can avoid Mum. Plus, I want to get to school earlier so I can work on my assignment. We don't have a computer. Mum spends all her money on alcohol and doesn't find a reason to have a computer. Dad took custody of our old computer. I quickly get ready then wait at the bus stop for the early bus. I get off and walk straight to the library, work on my assignment and finish right when the bell rings. Walking across the quad, I notice people staring at a boy in front of me. I don't know him but then again I don't pay attention to people I show know. I get a seat right at the back. Mr Smeglé (pronounced shmeglay) walks in and everyone stops talking. "Children this is Blake Taylor."he says as a boy walks in behind him. The same boy is saw in the squad. He has strawberry blonde hair, green eyes and is quite skinny yet muscly. "So Blake. Tell us a little about yourself."
"Ok." Blake nods "I moved here from Japan. I lived there for 2 years because my Dad was a teaching the kids English. I like guitar, soccer and talking. A lot. I swear I talk about the same amount as some of you do throughout a week in one day. That's about it."
"You could speak for Eliza." One of the boys pipes up. He turns. Its fricking John Piper. "She never talks." laughter erupts on the class. I look up and make eye contact with Blake. I blush and look away.
"You can sit next to Eliza." Mr Smeglé declares "She's very nice. Isn't that right class."
"We'd know if she actually talked."
"John. Be quiet." Blake walks over to me and sits down.
"Hi. I'm Blake."
"I'm Eliza." I manage. This boys seems very nice.
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Little Princess
Romance"I feel like I'm going to die but that's ok. I'll be fine." "I'm here, Little Princess." ~ Eliza Rogers was never much of a talker. She was the quiet achiever who sat at the back of every class. She never asked and never answered questions. She had...
