I Had Time...

Chapter 1

Chapter one: Invisible Lizzy

The bell rang loudly in my ears making me jump halfway out of my seat. I looked up and noticed everyone was already waiting at the door to leave class and I was sitting like an idiot, my books on the desk and the plain piece of paper taunting me. 

"Come on Elizabeth, I'm on bus duty and would like to get there today." Mr Crawford moaned, he too had already hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and was ready to leave. 

I grabbed my books, pilling them up ontop of one another and pushed my empty bag onto my shoulder then, I ran. I ran out of that class and started for my locker.

Crash, my books sprawled across the floor and so did I. The collision of his shoulder in my chest woke me up from my daydream almost instantly. Ouch, I didn't look at him; I quickly fell to the floor, pushing my glasses further up my nose.

My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; I was wearing my uniform better than anyone in school. My tie was done up neatly to the top with my top button done up. The blue tie had thin white stripes across it, the blue matching the colour of my eyes behind my glasses, deep, dark blue. I had a pretty skirt on, not that anybody would notice. 

Believe it or not, I wasn't the geek. I liked to have a good time, just not at school. School was my daydreaming time, the time in which I worked scribbling down ideas for new books or writing creative paragraphs on a scrap of paper.

I was failing all of my classes, even English but no one noticed, I didn't really speak, I kept to myself. I would distract myself without distracting others. 

The boy, I noticed, didn't stop to help me or say sorry, he walked pass, laughing with his mates. Picking up the last scrap piece of paper I straightened up and carried on. This was an average day for me because I was the invisible girl, not even seen as the geek. I didn't get bullied but I got ignored, completely and utterly ignored. 

Throwing the books into my locker I turned the key and returned it to my belt-loop where it stayed always. 

"You ready to go Liz?" My friend Lucy was next to me, smiling at me. I nodded at her and we walked down the corridor together in silence.

Our friendship was mutual, we both hated school and never talked about it outside of school and we never hung out together during school. We both get the bus so we sometimes walk out together. 

"Had any good ideas today Lucy?" I asked as we sat down on the ripped bus seats. We sat at the front while the immature year sevens sat at the back behaving like five year old kids. The sixth-formers' sat upstairs with the few others that went up there for peace and quiet or a quick cigarette.

Lucy liked to draw, she sometimes liked to draw the illustrations to my writing which were sometimes so good they scared the hell out of me. “Here,” Lucy pulled out the picture she was working on last night, only now the flames seemed to dance out of the page and that burnt crib, something about it hit me where it hurts. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Lucy sounded nervous; I stopped looking at the picture and quickly took it.

“Yeah, thanks.” I mumbled, looking at the picture. It was perfect, just how I described it. That dream, it’s been haunting me since the car accident.

Lucy looked distracted; the cuts on her wrists were slightly uncovered by her sleeves. Her long chocolate brown hair was a thick plait down her back. Lucy didn't have glasses; she had pretty green eyes and was overweight. She wore her tie loose, her shirt buttons half undone revealing the black band shirt underneath. We were complete and utter opposites yet we were best friends. 

I put my feet up on the low luggage shelf and leaned back on the uncomfortable bus seat, slipping the picture into my empty bag.  "That girl, in my dreams, that loses her baby, I’ve decided to write her story.” I say, pulling the hair bow out of my hair and letting my blonde hair fall out of its bound.

“It’s your best Idea yet.” Lucy nudges me and smiles. I smile back at her then turn to look out of the window.

In a fleeting moment I could have sworn I saw that woman and a little girl staring straight at me.