DRUGS, DEATH AND DODGING DISASTERS.
During my life, I was a nobody. . I know how sad that sounds but, without that time I wouldn't be where I am today. My name is Alena and this is how I died...
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CHAPTER 1
The bell rings at 8.45 and everyone crams inside the school building trying to get out of the cold December mist. Pushing, Shoving and general riff raff, I finally make my way into the grey school building. I get to my form room and plonk my bags down on the back row of desks. I open my bag and look for my compact. Flicking it open, I check my make up. Black. Perfect! I pull my hair In front of my face and set to work on customising the table with doodles and scrawls of "Alena and Jase forever" with a black bleeding Biro. The door slams back against the wall and Tish storms in. Shoes stomping, hair falling around her face and bag banging against her hip. She flops down next to me and gets out her blackberry and starts to "BBM" Matty, her boyfriend. I look through my hair at her nails. Chipped with black nail polish. A normal day, in a normal British school, with a normal me.
Mr French, that coincidentally is what he teaches, storms in and drops his folder on the front desk and collapses into a black swivel chair cleverly placed for him to sit on.
"Good morning 10 B. I will be your form tutor for this year."
The class groan. We always hope that on the first day that we will get a good form tutor. No luck so far. He recovers his breath and takes the register. I lean over and whisper to Tish.
"Still no luck with Matty?" She gives me a snarled expression in reply to my question.
"What do you think?"
She turns back to her phone and speedily taps out another message. Last night, a girl in our sent a message to Tish saying that her boyfriend was cheating on her with Jenny Crallow in the year above. Since then she has been messaging bitchy messages to both Jenny and Matty. I leave it at that and stare out the window. Outside I see Jase and another couple of lads from our year playing footie. He looks up and sees me staring out the window.
"Alright." He says and winks at me. I blush and go all mushy inside. We have been going out for 3 months and you would of thought that after this time I would have got over that feeling. But I haven't. I hide behind my hair and put away my things. The bell rings and I stand up.
I wander to stats passing bustling year sevens. All excited and bubbling with energy. Confidently I practically run through the door and grab a seat next to Jase. He puts his arm around the back or my chair and kisses my softly on the lips. I turn back and get out my books. Mr Ryan comes into the room and tries to find a board pen to start the lesson. Jase laughs softly to himself as Mr Ryan flanders about. I love his laugh. It's almost like bells ringing. So gentle, so soothing. Mr Ryan eventually finds his pen and harshly writes a equation on the white board. Jase continues to stare at the board with out even trying to find out the answer. I give him a nudge and he sees it as the perfect opportunity to sneak in another quick kiss. I, however turn my head away and nod in the direction of the board. Jase stares at me blankly and sticks his finger up at Mr Ryan's back, when he's not looking. I laugh out loud and Mr Ryan turns around from helping a geek in the front row. He gives me a glare and writes my name on the board for a break time detention. I slump down into my seat and glare at Jase. He gives me an apologetic look and turns away as though he's ashamed. The rest of the lesson goes past slowly but surely and we work through endless problems and equations. I look at my phone. 10.54. 6 minutes to go. And NO messages! That's unusual for me. During stats I'm always messaging either Tish or my other friend Vicky. Still, never mind. The bell goes and I quickly pack my black satual, which is covered in "My Chemical Romance" and "Nirvana" badges. My favourite bands. The mass of mixed hormonal teens - Including me -scramble toward the door and burst into the already busy corridor. Mr Ryan has obviously forgotten my detention and me and Jase practically skip, hand in hand, towards the bike sheds where we have a cigarette or two before the next lesson. When we arrive, Matty and Tish are already there, snogging each others face off. "I thought you two had broken up?" I said. They break away and Tish answers,
"That was s-o-o-o last lesson" She says laughing at her impression of a blond slut.
"I told her the rumor was lies and we are back on" Matty adds. Tish pretnds to give him a slap and they double up laughing. Vicky comes round the corner with Karl and now our group is complete. Me and Jase, Tish and Matty and Vicky and Karl. Me and Vicky hug and then join the group conversation.
"So I says to him, look mate, I know I nicked ye car and smashed your windows but what a goal. Ye know what I mean." Karl finishes his story and the guys are egging him on because they want another story like little kids. Vicky looks up at him passionately and he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. She screams and kicks him where it hurts with her knee high boots and he drops her to the ground. Doubles up and the rest of the gang laugh at his pain. Jase and Matty pat him on the back. We walk to English in our pairs whispering. Every one has already gone in, but we are always later of class, so it's no news to the teachers. They are used to it by now so we aren't in trouble anymore. It's just us. We sit on a table on a diagonal towards the window so we can stare out at the year 8's doing PE. I would feel sorry for them but I have PE 4th period so I'm not particularly happy about it. During English whilst the teacher is out of the room me and Jase get up and leave the lesson because we decide we can find something better to do other than English. English is my favourite lesson. But I choose not to tell Jase this otherwise he might think I am to uncool to be his boy friend. We go back to my house and my mum greets us at the door. She is a goth like us so she isn't really bothered about my education. She says she left school at 14 and she still has a good job and a family. As we were wandering back, a man in a car come past and rolls down the window of this fiesta and ah outs something offensive towards us, puts down the window and speeds of.
"That f***ing bastard! Why can't he just mind his f***ing business."
I am shocked by Jase's language. Usually he is a quite a reserved person. .
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