Charlotte P.O.V
6:30
Yes, I have finished most of my homework and I'm on my way to school, but I'll have to finish it on the the bus, how great, the bus. I'm sat at the front, on my phone listening to 'aye girl'. I sit paranoid that someone would've heard the lyrics. Oh well, I'm in a good mood, I'm not going to let anything ruin it.
The vibrations from the school bus were tingling through my shoes, I'm a typical white girl, of course they are adidas superstars. Until I hear a heavier kind of thud on the floor. I peep my head over the seat behind me and I see them. The loud group who sit at the back of the bus, they play music and laugh at any insult or roast said about anyone.
Some guy slapped his hand on the maroon leather seat about 7cm away from me, but me, being the anxious little bitch I am, took in a sharp breath and moved back in my seat.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The guy said, while I took out one of my earphones. I nodded my head and pulled my leg up to the ripped chair. I opened my phone and there I see notifications from Instagram and snapchat pour in once I turned on my data.
The sad thing is, I have friends, quite a lot actually, I'm not exactly popular, but people know me. Everyone knows everyone in my school, unless you're a shy kid I guess.
But none of them know about my family. Nobody knows what goes through my head. No matter how bad things have got though, I have never self-harmed. I'm too scared and I know that hurting my body is wrong.
It's my body and I want to respect it, I know everything that has happened isn't my fault. But anyways, there's still a long time until I get to school. Another hour and a half on this bus, I guess I should get some sleep.
30 minutes later
Ok, I'm awake. Homework = finished. Another hour left. It takes so long to get to school and back. That's 3 hours everyday to get to school and home.
I felt a light tap on my jumper, so I gripped the end of my sleeve and turned my body around, to see who wanted to talk to me.
"Are you ok?" The boy from before asks me.
"Yep, why?" I say, popping the 'p'.
"You just seem a bit upset and not in it." He says a bit more concerned, leaning forward towards my face.
"And what exactly do you mean by 'in it'?" I say, with a small smirk on my face hiding what's inside my head.
I know exactly what he's talking about, somehow he seems to know too. I'm not sure how, but he knows that I'm not right.
"I mean your not here. You're off somewhere thinking about something." He lowers the tone of his voice now, which worries me.
"What are you t-talking about?" I stuttered.
"I saw you last night." He says inches away from my face.
"Did you now?" I laugh nervously. "And where was it that you saw me?" I say with a sarcastic tone in my voice.
"Why were you climbing into your window at 3 o'clock in the morning?" He whispers into my ear.
"Why do you care?" I say, fighting back tears.
He knows. I know he knows. I think he knows that I know he knows. I know it. I think I know it anyway...
If I look up he'll see the pathetic stupid girl I really am. I don't want that. I don't want any of this. Talking to people about things personal, it makes things worse.
"Why were there nobody in the house?" He says, completely ignoring my question.
"Where are your parents?" He says slightly louder than before.
"Why are you so scared!?" This time he shouts it across the whole bus, so I lifted my hand, slapped him across the face and screamed back at him.
"ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!" With that, the bus stopped, I ripped open the doors and walked off it.
As soon as I walked off, I sat down on top of my school bag and waited for myself to calm down. All of a sudden, the bus driver walks over to me.
"You have a choice, you get back on the bus and sit there until we get to school, or I'll call the headteacher to come and pick you up herself." He growled at me.
"I'm not getting back on the bus." I spat at him.
He huffed and plopped himself back into his seat, which was dented from his fat arse.
I guess I'll just have to wait here for a bit, I might as well make myself comfortable.
I hear an engine coming from down the road, I didn't think the headteacher would actually come, I guess so.
The car ride was silent, she refused to turn the radio on or even put down the windows, it felt like an oven I swear to god.
Anyway, here I am. Sat outside the nurses office in school, because the guy that I slapped went and told on me, how great.
"What are you doing here?" A boy to my left asks, not making eye contact with me.
"Long story. What about you?" I asked him back looking in his direction.
He is sat leaning forward with his arms on his knee. He didn't look up once. He was staring straight forward, which made my eyes follow where he was looking.
He was looking at a chair.
"Charlotte Thompson." The nurse lady called.
"That's me, bye." He looked up at me finally and waves his hand at me while I went in.
I guess he wasn't ignoring me after all.
