Welcome to My Life

High School Days

Havana.

Waking up in the morning is what I dreaded. Going to school is what I feared. But, you know what they say. You have to face your fears eventually. But school isn't just a fear, it's become a small phobia. All because of him. I don't know what I did. I'm nice to everyone but, it's like I'm that annoying fly at a picnic in the park. I pray for them, I really do. But it ju-

"Bye sweetie. Have a great day."

I was let out of my train of thoughts and realized we were in front of my "school".

"Mhm hmm. Bye mom." I replied, getting out of the car.

"Love you!" She shouted from the car.

I ignored her and kept walking towards the front gates of hell. If only my mother wasn't so oblivious and, knew what I endure on a daily basis. The torture and mean side comments. If anyone knew. Entering the building, I walked fast and with my head slightly down. Luckily, I made it to my locker without being seen by him. I put in the combination and put my bag in there and grabbed the books that I needed for homeroom.

"Hey bitch."

So close, so so close. I mentally groaned and shut my locker, and walked away.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Chris shouted, yanking me by my blonde curls.

I winced in pain and felt tears brimming in my eyes from the pain.

"Don't ever, walk away from me while I'm talking to you." Chris scolded, in my ear.

His breathe tickled the shell of my ear and I slightly fidgeted around.

"See you in class." He added, pushing me to the ground.

I got up slowly, brushing myself off and gathered my scattered books. I breathed in and out then walked to class.

***

"Good morning class."

"Morning. Mrs. Toatler." Everyone groaned.

"Today is the start of the third marking period, and the almost last semester for you. Then off you go into the world." Mrs. Toatler beamed.

Oh I couldn't wait for that day. Out of this hellhole and off to college.

"Oh, nice of you to join us Christopher." Mrs. Toatler teased.

Chris mumbled something unpleasant and kept walking to his seat.

"That's the third time this week, Mr.Brown. Detention after school for 3 days starting today." Mrs. Toatler scolded.

Hah, that's what he gets.

"Oh Havana, I need you to help me grade these papers after school." Mrs. Toatler added.

"Okay." I agreed.

"Teacher's pet." I heard someone mumble.

***

Most of my classes went by rather fast. And I found myself eating my lunch in the bathroom again. And no, I don't really enjoy it. They really need to re-design it. There's writing all over the stalls, the ceiling leaks from time to time, and the paint is chipping. Just horrible. Of course I was still tormented throughout the day. It's my daily schedule. It's now the end of the day and I'm waiting for the bell to ring. Just one more minute. I then remembered that I have to help Mrs. Toatler after school. I'm not going to lie, I love Mrs. Toatler but, sometimes she asks for my help a little too much. Oh my gosh! Can this clock move any slower? I huffed and tried to pay attention to what Mr. Houghton was saying. History is completely boring. I mean they're all dead anyway, what's the point? The bell rang and I sprang up and sprinted out of the room and to my locker. I felt stares from all around so I quickly gathered my things and made my way back to English class.

"Oh look who showed up, early."

My head shot up at that voice.

"Oh, um, h-hi Chris." I stuttered.

"Oh, um, h-hi Chris." Chris mocked.

I mentally rolled my eyes and took a chair and placed it by Mrs. Toatler's desk.

"Sitting by the teacher I see. Such a teacher's pet." Chris grumbled.

"Well, I have to help her grade papers." I answered.

"Does it look like I care?" Chris said.

I shook my head no and remained silent until Mrs. Toatler soon arrived.

"Sorry I'm late, I was in a small teacher meeting." Mrs. Toatler said, sitting in her seat.

"It's okay." I replied, smiling.

"Well, let's start then."

***

Grading those papers were easy. Well, for me I got a good grade. I was glad to get out of there quickly. I was now walking to the front steps of my house and unlock the door.

"You're late."

I gulped and replied,

"I-I had to do something after school."

"Don't fucking lie to me." My step father gritted, gripping my arm tightly.

"I-I'm not I swear." I cried, wincing in pain from his death grip as he looked into my eyes.

"Go in your room and don't bother me." He said, releasing my arm.

I scurried up the steps and into my room. I felt something oozing down my arm. I looked at my arm to see that one if my cuts were open. My eyes widened and I rushed to the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, I grabbed some bandage wrapping, cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. I dabbed some alcohol on the cotton ball and pressed it against my open cut and, tried my best not cry out from the burning pain. When the bleeding stopped, I wrapped the bandage around my arm and walked back to my room. I stripped out of my clothes and into my pajamas and started my algebra homework. When will things start to go my way?

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