Alarm.
Get up.
Shower.
Get Dressed.
Wake mom.
Get to school.
I sit in first period.
Listen to my english teacher talk on about the reading list and essay formats and her grading policy etc.
Forty five minutes later the bell rings, and as I scramble to get my stuff together, a familiar face walks up to say hello.
"Hey" says Alyssa.
"Hey." I say back, not really knowing what else to say to her.
"Do you know where this class is", she says pointing to Mrs.Addams 2nd per.
"Yeah thats my second per. Lets walk together." I say, maybe hoping I wont look so alone.
"So did you get switched to her class?" I heard she had to switch around a ton of her classes. The stupid counselors probably messed up her schedule.
"Yeah, I got put in a class that Ive already taken." She says.
"Thats dumb." I said, she nods her head in agreement, and I notice a bruise on her face I hadn't seen at first.
It took a certain light, but I saw it now. I heard her boyfriend was a little rough, but I didn't really suspect that he was that type. Maybe we weren't really that different.
We continued on to our 2nd period, and our teacher said she was going to assign us seats next week when curriculum started so we wouldn't get distracted from our school work. Whatever.
Aly and I mainly have small talk but all that circles my mind is where that bruise came from. I wish I was close enough to her to talk about it.
I don't want anybody to go through what I went through with my ass of an ex. The main reason I got moved advisories is because he would just degrade me in public, but I knew if I fought him I'd be worse off. So I put in a request to my counselor that I wanted to be moved so I could get extra tutorials for English (I actually liked that teacher), because I could never tell anyone the real reason. Abuse isn't a subject to be publicized, even though everybody says to get help, when you reach for it it's almost always never there.
The day went on as normal with lunch consisting of talking about power rangers (we're such children oh gosh) one direction, sad, dry puns and spilling my chips on the ground. Not like I need the calories anyways. Trying to lose weights a bitch.
Classes continued after that and I met up with Jeff after school so I could skip on riding the bus. My dad doesn't really approve of me riding with teens but it's not like his drivings much better. On the ride home, me and Jeff are jamming out to some Blink 182 and +44. He turns down the music as we near my street, and he pulls up one side of an off street to wait for the bus to drive by so it looks like the bus dropped me off. "Hey babe." He asks
"What's up?" I say, always anxious that it's something negative. "I love you, and I don't want you to be in pain." He says.
I'm confused.. Oh wait don't tell me he... "I found this is it yours." He asks clicking his screen to a screenshot of my anon Instagram page. It's sort of my little secret, helps me get through my bad days.
"Yea, but it's not like I'm doing anything I just--" he cuts me off saying "Babe, you're going to be okay alright. I'm here and you don't have to worry." I'm just on the edge of tears when he hugs me, and then I lose it. Tears streaming down my face he kisses my head holding me. I never cry in front if anyone. This can't be happening. I didn't want him to know about this.
