Neglected Faith - Chapter One.

Neglected Faith - Chapter Two.

Pretence.

It’s funny how drastically you can change what you feel and portray so your true emotional state stays out of sight of others.

 However as soon as you’re not in the company of people, the persona you keep so firmly in place just comes tumbling down like a waterfall such as the tears of pain and isolation from your eyes.

‘Hope’… But not I, for as long as I can remember I have kept a wall around me that keeps people away from me, away from my troubles. I am my own protection, always making sure no one can crack my only defence against the world.

‘Hello?’ I came in this world alone and will always be alone…

“Stop daydreaming!” someone screeched in my ear as I instantly came back to reality.

Oh yes, the sight of my English teacher yelling and her spittle landing on my cheeks after daydreaming was always lovely.

Oops, must’ve been yet again drifted off to space in the dullest lesson. Could you blame me?

I looked down whilst shuffling in my seat and sorting out the papers on the table in front of me. Knowing full well that every eye in the cramped classroom was on me and giving me looks of disdain for disrupting their so called precious education.

By that I mean, I was getting in their way of flirting the life out of each other.

“Yeah?” I replied nonchalantly, not caring in the least that she was basically breathing fire down my neck.

Fuming, she glared down at my face until I slowly cocked my head up at her.

“Yes, miss?” I politely inquired followed by the subtle clearing of my throat, having had enough of the disgust filled looks my fellow, sweet classmates were throwing towards me. It was getting quite heated.

“Care to share what you’ve been so deeply in thought of?” asked Mrs Duncan whilst giving me a smile, filled with venom nonetheless.

“Oh, I was just thinking about the upcoming coursework.” I mustered up a small lift of the corner of my lips, it could be classed as a smile to her. I guess.

With a small murmur I watched her robust body turn around and slowly waddle its way back to the desk at the front of the room where she could get back to her boring lecture and a small sigh of relief escaped my mouth.

Thank God, I didn’t have to continue with the little one to one interrogation, I was tired as it was.

Noticing that everyone had gotten back to what they were doing before her little outburst, I looked at my book to continue doodling so I didn’t have to hear her nasally voice.

 I froze in shock.

What is this? I questioned myself as I brushed my finger against a little but clear drawing of a person. I couldn’t have drawn this, surely. 

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Hallelujah! I've finally gained the will power to post another chapter, almost after a whole year.

Anyways, have fun reading this below par chapter, I know it's bad but that's probably down to my D grade in English...