The girl who drowned in her tears

chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of a huge thump and suddenly felt immense pain in my shoulder. I had fallen out of my bed. I looked at the time. "8:45am". 'Shit I'm gonna be late for school' I thought to myself. Unlike most girls I'm not a morning person and I love my sleep. Lazily getting up, I rushed to the bathroom to have a shower. Alcohol bottles were on the floor and there was vomit on the toilet seat, gross. I climbed in the shower and managed to persuade myself to get out 10 minutes later. The cold air hit me like daggers as I stepped out of the shower cubicle to grab my towel. I took my towel, wrapped it around me and went into my bedroom. I opened my cupboard to find a pair of knickers, a bra and a pair of pants (jeans). Shit. I ran into Chases room and took out one of his old sweatshirts and a pair of socks. He had been gone for 3 days now and I've never known where he goes. I was starting to get a little worried but it was nothing new. He always leaves without telling anyone (not that he has anyone to tell anyway) and comes back days later. The most he was gone was for 6 days and he came back without a sound. I once tried to ask him where he went and in reply to that, he beat me with his bare fists. I put on his sweatshirt and socks and headed back to my room. I looked through my school timetable and put my books into my bag. Seconds later, they ended up on the floor. "What the..." I said out loud. There was a massive rip at the bottom of my bag. This can't be happening. What was I gonna do now? Just then an idea sprung into my head. I ran into Chases room and grabbed his old plain black backpack and looked at the time. I still had 25 minutes left until the school bus came. I can do this. I ran downstairs, grabbed the stitching kit and ran back into my room. Man I could be a future Usain Bolt. I grabbed few buttons and badges and sat on my bed.

Around 20 minutes later, I was finished. I had designed my own school bag. I placed all my books in it and stared at the bad in amazement. It had black buttons sewn around the pouch and had badges scattered around everywhere. Suddenly I heard the beeping from the school bus. I ran outta my room and straight pass the hallway mirror. I'm not one of those beautiful tumblr girls with the most gorgeous face, the biggest thigh gap or the slimmest waist. I have long black hair which is scruffy and comes up to my chest. I have dull blue eyes which once shone in the sun. I'm average height and I have pale skin. So I basically look like a crack fhene. I heard the bus beep again so I quickly ran down the stairs and pit on my blue pair of ruffled vans I found in a second hand store for $8. Without having breakfast, I bolted out of the door before the bus left without me. "Made it just in time" the fat bus driver, wigston, said to me. See I told I could be the next Usain Bolt. Everyone from last year was in there normal spots; the cheerleaders and players at the back, the Goths and emos near the middle, the geeks and nerds at the front. And then there was my seat in the middle row. The loser seat. Matter of fact I never even had a seat because I had two. As I started to my spot, my legs collided with another unknown pair, and before I knew it, I fell faced down. Everyone laughed. I slowly got up, my whole body in pain and my face as red as a tomato. Nothing new there. "Eww look at the freaks New bag. I bet she got it from the charity shop" someone shouted. The whole bus roared with laughter. It was gonna be a long journey.

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The school bell rang as we shuffled into the classroom. I looked around, no new faces and no new spots except for right at the back. I was isolated but it didn't bother me. "Hello class, welcome back. I'm Mr.Watersons your new teacher. Yes unfortunately for me, i will be with you for the rest of the year". The sound of murmurs filled the room. Just then a face unrecognizable walked into the room. He was looking down, making his blonde hair fall down onto his face covering him from everything else around him. "Oh hello there you must be Dylan Rodriguez. I'm Mr Watersons. Welcome to Belmore High". He flicked his fringe out of this eyes and glared at the teacher with his bright blue eyes. He was slightly tanned and was wearing a leather jacket, denim pants and a striped top. He was kinda cute. He slowly started to walk to the seat next to me. This was something I wasn't expecting. Everyone gasped in shock and confusion. As he grabbed the chair he turned around and gave everyone a dirty look before sitting down. Mr Watersons cleared his throat. "Back to the lesson" he said, trying to bring the attention back to the board. "Hi. I'm Eliza Summers. Nice to meet you" I said holding my hand out waiting for him to reply or shake my hand. He just looked at me and put his head on the desk. Maybe he was tired or wasn't very good at making friends.

Two whole lessons flew by and it was time for science. "Right today were going to be doing a parter experiment to test hydrologic acid with magnesium and see how they react together. You can only work with the person next to you and now that there's 34 students, there shouldn't be a fuss. You know the safety rules; sleeves rolled up, goggles on, hair tied back and tables clear. Off you go". Mr Waterson put the equipment on our desk. I went to grab the hydrochloric acid when "erm what do you think your doing!? Sleeves rolled up remember?" Mr Waterson yelled. "Jeez say it, don't spray it" I muttered under my breath.  

I got the acids and made my way back to the desk. Dylan wasn't there. I didn't take it much to heart, I mean why would I? I was used to that kinda shit. I don't know why I was thinking I would actually get anywhere near close with him.  

I tied my hair back, rolled my sleeves up and went to put the acid on the table when a sudden force hit the right side of my Turso, causing me to lose my balance and fall on the floor with the open acid bottle. Dylan quickly approached me with goggles in his hand. That's where he went, to get the goggles. The acid had fallen onto my arm and caused a burning irritation. I looked at my arm to see that it turned red without realising that Dylan was standing right behind me. In a panicked rush, I pulled down my sleeve and picked the acid bottle off the floor. "What happened to your arm?" He said to me, his Australian accent sticking out. "Nothing the acid spilt a little". He grabbed my arm and pulled up my sleeve, exposing my scars. "What's that?" He asked, with a trance of worry deep within his eyes. I looked at them in amazement. They were blue with a hint of green and had a ring of grey on the outside. I snapped out of his gaze. "Oh nothing, I have a cat" I quickly replied, my heart racing. "Put some water on it to stop the irritation, then we'll continue with the experiment." He said in a stern voice.  

He acted like he never saw anything or like nothing had happened.  

But deep down inside, I knew the truth. 

My secret was out, he knew.

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Another crap chapter, I know. But please comment, fan and vote if you like it :D