POV - Amelia
The sound of my alarm woke me from my slumber. It was freezing cold I didn't want to get out of bed and go to school.
Four more months, I tell myself. Four more months until I graduate and get out of the hell hole to start a new life elsewhere away from where all the horrible things in my life happened. Away from everyone that know me for the wrong reasons.
I let out a yawn and step out of the warmth of my bed, welcoming the freezing floor to touch my bare feet.
And I start to get ready for school with my usual morning routine. Take a hot shower, brush my teeth, change into my school uniform.
ClearView High's winter uniform for girls consisted of a white blouse, black skirt, black tie and a black pullover. I don't understand why they'd make us endure the endless cold winter days at school in a skirt but I for one like our uniform so I'm not complaining. It's black, it's my favourite colour or shade, whatever.
I don't wear stockings because the world is always against me and every new pair I own rip a day after.
I swear God comes down and tears them himself because he hates me that much. Sorry for you religious people, but I've never really believed in that stuff.
I'm not against it but I have my reasons. I use to go to church every Sunday but ever since they left, I never had a reason to believe in God anymore. He never saved me from the pain and countless, ongoing bad things that occur in my life.
Before I dwell into my past and open memories I've learnt to shut over the past years, I grab my bag and throw in a bottle of water, grab my keys and jump into my car.
I pull into a parking spot in the student parking zone and get out of the car. Something feels off today but I just shake it off as it's a Monday and I have more things to worry about. Like the maths methods test I have in period 5 after lunch. I'm not really stressed as I had fit in a couple study sessions in the past few weeks so I should so okay.
I walk into school, avoiding the stares from girls at their lockers. It's been over 5 months since I've come back to school, can't they find something new to talk about already.
There were rumours when I first came back to ClearView High that I had single handedly killed my own parents. Who even thought of that? That's beyond stupid and it hurt that people even thought that of me.
But who could I blame. No one would even understand or even give me the time in their day to listen to what really happened and understand.
I've come to accept that I am alone in this world and I am fine. I'm coping.
I get to my locker, put my bag away and grab the books I needed for my first class, History. In all my classes I can't concentrate, I zone out and I don't listen to the teacher but I make up for it by studying for upcoming tests and make it my duty to achieve a good mark. So I guess it's pays off for not being attentive during class.
I get through half the day, it's lunch time now.
I dread having to go to the cafeteria but I'm starving as I didn't have breakfast. I walk through, get a few stares but I'm used to it. Grab a tray and go to order my food.
When lunch ends, I go to the bathroom before maths class starts because I always have the need to pee during a test.
I do my thing and wash my hands and as I'm about to leave the bathroom, I feel a pair of hands on my wrist before they pull my arm so hard, I feel as if my arm popped out of its socket. I turn around and am met with Sarah, not surprised.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed, Oh God, I know I said I didn't believe in you but now would be a great time to shine down on me and get me out of here so I can go to maths and pass my test.
"Hello my dearest Amelia," Sarah said with a bright smile, batting her abnormally long fake eyelashes, head tilted to the left.
I cannot afford to miss this test.
I let out a sigh.
"Sarah," I say bluntly staring in her eyes. I yanked my arm away from her tight grip.
"Whatever WWE session you've got planned for me in that little stubborn mind of yours, save it for later please. Unlike others, I care about my education and I'd like to pass my maths tests and graduate. And hey, when I do successfully graduate, I'll be out of here. You won't have to see me any more, wouldn't that be great for the both of us? So just leave me alone, I'm sick of being your toy and letting you trample over me." Sarah looked at me with wide eyes, not used to me defending myself.
"Now if you'll excuse me," I give her a smirk and turn around to open the door but before walking out, I turn back around and say, "oh and fix your eyelashes boo, they're so fake a spider would be jealous of those legs on your eyelids."
Sarah gasped and I walked out, slamming the door in her face.
I am smiling so hard right now, I'm so happy that I've finally put her in her place and proud that I didn't punch her square in the pretty face of hers, as much as I was tempted to, or else that'd ruin my chances of graduating.
I make my way to maths as the roll call is up to my name.
"Here" I reply to Mr. Gradley as I sit down in the back table I always sit at.
He handed me my paper and once roll call was done we started our test.
The end of school bell rung as I dropped my pencil. That test was actually quite challenging but I reckon I passed at least. I take my books and hand in my paper before leaving.
I walk with pride and stride to my locker, remembering the bathroom situation not too long ago with Sarah. I put my books away and shut my locker making my way to my car quickly as I have work at 5 PM.
As soon as I make it to the student parking zone, I can't find my car.
I walk all over the car park three times and after one hour I still can't find my car. Most students have left school grounds already. My heart is beating rapidly as the thought of my only remainder of my mum is missing. And that I'm going to miss work if I don't hurry up.
Suddenly something silver behind a big tree near the oval catches my eye. As I walk closer towards it, I notice it's my car and I run to it.
The sight before my eyes makes me gasp.
My phone vibrates and makes a noise, indicating I've got a text message.
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A/N: Hello lovelies. I hope you're enjoying the book so far. I've got so much planned for the story and I love how it's playing in my head, I just hope I can put it all into words for you guys.
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