just another teenage love story

Chapter three

I quietly yet quickly walked to the janitors closet. Janitor Alan didn't seem to hate me so he was nice. The only person who was. He always left a spare key taped under the fire extinguisher box next to the door. He made sure the space was neat. I even had my own shelf. He didn't touch it. I took a bite of my apple as I took a look at my shelf. It had read books waiting to be taken back home, unread books, a few pens and pencils, a notebook for homework on days I needed to catch up, and my journal for when I needed to unload. Although Alan never touched my self I had that somewhat hidden. It was way to personal not for the fact all my secrets and all my feelings are in it, but for the fact that the only thing I have from my mother was taped in there. It was a note she gave the orphanage when she dropped me off. I've read it a thousand times yet I didn't believe it. It read :

my dear dear Ellie. Hate me if you wish but I had to give you away. It breaks my heart not being able to see you grow up and become the beautiful young girl you will be but I had no choice. When your father and I found out we were pregnant we were delighted. Or I was. A moth after your birth your father left town leaving a note saying he didn't love either of us and will never see us again. You see my dear Ellie your father and I were not married we were too young for marriage so this made leaving us that much easier. I trust this orphanage will find you a good home and a loving family. I miss you. I love you my dear Ellie. Much love mommy.

I could understand why they didn't want me. I mean I'm me. But still it's all I had left. About three years ago I got a call from the police station. The man on the other end seemed sad and I realized why when he spoke. He called to tell me my mother had died from an overdose. Her body was found a day later. I didn't go to her funeral. I figured I didn't know her so it would hurt a hell of a lot less if I didn't go and I was right. If uncle rick found out I had it I would be dead. So I kept it here. I opened my book to where I had left my post it note and continued reading occasionally taking a bite from my apple.

I continued to read until I heard chatter and footsteps from the other side of the door. I took one last bite from my apple tossing it in the trashcan and put the post it in my new spot. I shut the book collecting my things and slowly creeping open the door. I got a few remarks made and fingers pointed as I emerged from the janitors closet.

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I made my way to last period. Study hall. Study hall was my favorite period. Mrs. Simeon never bothered me, I fact she encouraged me to read to myself. I made my way to the very back of the class it a seat pretty much hidden by an indent in the wall. I plopped in my seat pulling out fallen angel by Heather Terrell. I found my post it note and continued reading. My eyes whipped from left to right as I read. I was so into the book it was like I wasn't in the lonely corner of mrs. Simeon's class. I wasn't being laughed at by the whole school. No I was in the skies along with the main characters. That is u til I herd my name. A males voice called for me more than once. I looked up to see niall. No one even knew I was in this class my seat was that hidden how had he of all people found me?! I was not happy that he had interrupted my reading or the fact he was going to make fun of me some more.

Our eyes met and I immediately shot my gaze down. I picked up the post it note placing it on the line I was reading and closed the book. I kept my head down observing every little mark on the desk, a few made by me. "You know when someone is talking to you it's polite to look at them" although his words seemed soft I could tell he had an evil smirk plastered on his face so I didn't dare lift my gaze. "Hey bitch I'm talking to you" he said harshly giving my hair a light, but strong tug. I winced and looked at his face. "Our project....I hate to say it but be at my house by 5". With that he let go of my hair and left my seat. I felt a small tear roll down my cheek. It wasn't a tear from my pain but a tear from my thoughts. I was thinking of what he would do when we we're alone. I mean he's obviously not afraid to hurt me with whitenesses I can only imagine what he would do when no one was around.

The bell rang and soon the quiet study hall filled with voices. My ears tuned in to several different conversations at once. I was good at those things. Amy, one of the prosthetics, was talking to Zoe about a party at Stacy's house. Her parents went on a trip and won't be back for another week. Andy was talking to Cody about Zoe's arse and how he's planning on getting with her at the party. I disliked his conversation so as I walked the halls to my locker I tuned in to Bryce's conversation with jack. Unlike Andy Bryce was talking about football being one of the jocks. He was telling jack how coach was pushing the team harder especially him being captain and all due to the big game coming up. But being the snotty reputation wanting jock he is he quickly reassures that he was able to handle the extra pressure with ease.

(I don't really like this but oh well. Love you my koalas 🐨)