Sasha's Pov. (India Eisley)
"Get up!" Yelled a shrill voice close by my ear. I rolled and groaned in response, and placed a pillow over my head.
"Get up you worthless child!" I was yanked by the hair as my sheets were ripped off my body. I whimpered in pain as my foster father threw me against the ground and kicked me in the stomach. This was the normal routine of my life; welcome to it. I could feel a bruise starting to form on my stomach and I clenched it with my pale, fragile hands. I quickly got up to my feet and shook of the pain forming in my abdomen. My name was Sasha, Sasha Pierce, and I was all alone. I wasn't actually alone, I mean I have Joe, my abusive foster dad; but other than that, I was alone.
I quickly threw on a pair of blue skinny jeans with a white tank top, and a red flannel shirt. I straightened my hair and applied as much make up as I could over the bruises on my face and arms, hiding any evidence that I was beaten. I slipped on my vans and opened up my closet door and glanced down at the wooden board that was slightly higher than all the others. I could hear my foster dad or should I call him folk, slamming things against the walls downstairs. I lifted the uneven board and placed it to the side and skimmed my slim body between the two boards landing on the cold earth. I quickly grabbed my backpack which was by the wooden board and skimmed that through the opening, making sure to put the wooden board back on the hole when I was done.
I took out my phone which was providing me enough light tho find my way underground. Confused..well lets just say most of my time was spent up in my room when I was younger, and I did a lot of exploring and came across this secret passage way which allowed me to get in and out of this hell hole of a house safely. The reason why, well Joe never lets me out of the house. I have barbed bars by my window, and locks on the outside of my door. Anyhow, the passage ended up at a old rusty barn at the end of the lawn. I carefully climbed the stairs that lead towards the door allowing my freedom. Once I exited the barn I hustled my way towards Dimsdale International Prep Academy. Why you may be asking why I choose to go to school over staying home, is that I rather be at school then at home with my abusive foster "folk".
I walked through the glass doors and walked towards my first class which was Honors English. I don't really know why I choose to be in Honors English I guess I just happened to like writing. I took a seat at the far back hoping that I was barely noticeable. I was never one of the populars' at my school, I had dark brown hair and green/blueish eyes. I still had some chubbiness left on my cheeks but the bruises on my face didn't help at all.
"Good morning class and welcome to your last year at Dimsdale as seniors. No not senior citizens," the front of the class laughed, " as mature young adults." I yawned at the teachers preamble to the class and was about to put a pair of headphones into my ears when a speck of brown hair appeared from the door way. The brunette hair figure appeared from the door with his head down. What was he so nervous about? Dimsdale was just a bunch of idiotic delinquents. Brownie knocked on the door frame and the teacher, Mr. Figle, stopped his monotonous speech and glanced at the boy.
"Ah yes, come in come in." Mr. Figle lead Brownie towards the front of the class and asked what his name was.
"Now son, what is your name?" Brownie picked up his head and glared in my direction. He was even more attractive than what I imagined. He smirked in my direction which caused the class to turn in their chairs and look in my direction. I sulked in my seat and tried to forget about the attention that was surrounding me right now.
"Nial-, Noah, Noah Sandusky" he finally spoke. There was something strange about the way Noah said his name. I guess we all got secrets.
"Well Noah welcome to Dimsdale International Prep Academy. Class please welcome foreign exchange student Noah." The class greeted Noah with a simple hello, but I just sat there and stared at the wall. "Well Noah, please go find a seat preferably in the back with.." Mr. Figle glanced down at his attendance sheet, "with Ms. Pierce." Noah walked slowly down the isle way and sat down in a seat right next to mine. I glared at him and plugged my headphones into my ears drowning myself out of this world.
Mr. Figle started to teach us something about Pride and Prejudice and how we were going to be reading the book soon, when a crumbled up piece of paper came flying at my head. I picked up the crumbled sheet and opened it.
Hi
-Noah
Is he fricken kidding me? I glared at his face which had a smile and crumbled the paper back up and threw it back at his head. His smile turned into a frown as he noticed that I didn't write back. He scribbled something down on the paper and threw it back a me, this time landing on the table.
What's your problem?
Did he really have so much confidence in himself to ask me what my problem was? This time I scribbled something back down..
Mind your own business English boy...
I crumbled up the creased paper and through it back at Noah. He opened it once he realized it was from me. The smirk that appeared on his face when he read my comeback was enough to make my whole face turn red. The crumbled of piece of paper hit the tip of my head which caused me to let out a groan.
"Do I already turn you on that much?" Noah asked with a wink. My face went beat red and I had to lower my head so that he wouldn't be able to see the blush forming on my cheeks.
"In your dreams Sandusky," I replied sarcastically. I opened up the crumpled paper and rolled my eyes at the writing on the sheet.
I'm Irish love <3
"Noah, Sasha, there will be no talking and most importantly no note passing in my class. For your punishment detntion both of you after school in this room until four. And since you two like to pass notes so much please pass the paper forward so that I can read it out to the whole class."
"No sir you don't understand, my fost- dad will beat- be mad." I choked on my words. There was no way that anyone was going to find out that I was a foster child with an abusive foster folk."
"I'm sorry Sasha but rules are rules; now please pass the note forward." Noah passed the sheet of paper forward and Mr. Figle began to read,
"Hi -Noah...What's your problem?...Mind your own business English boy.." The class laughed and giggled while I covered my head with my hands, "Silence...I'm Irish love
I was so grateful to leave that classroom, I just wanted this day to be over already. I walked into my next class which was Biology and stopped dead in my tracks. There he was with his brunette hair in the back row by the corner, in my seat. This was sure to be one hell of a day.
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Hi I know its short, but don't worry there will be more to come.. So what do you guys think? Who do you think this mysterious Noah boy is all about? I wanted to write a new story because the last one that I wrote sucked.. Also I have a joined account with my two BFFs @VGJ_13 . We have a story on there called You're My Kind of Perfect, and I'm really proud of how it turned out... Also we are writing a sequel to YMKOP its called Breaking Perfection. It's not out yet but it will be coming soon I promise. Thank you guys and don't forget to comment/vote. Criticism is a writers best friend.
