His dancer #wattys2016

chapter 2

its funny , People complain about being invisible.everyone wants to be seen , heard even  but being known and fighting back can get you hurt, Or that's what i've been telling myself, i know deep down i envy their courage. But i choose to keep my head down hoodie up , avoiding any kind of contact that could get me any unwanted attention because even through i wish for some kind courage to stand up for myself , i know the consequence that awaits be if i try . i hug my hoodie tighter around my body as i walk through the school. its cold today but it doesnt stop the loud teens waiting outside waiting for their friends , chatting , asking about how their weekend was. My schools like everyother i guess. the kids that know it all , the popluars and your typical bad boys , its seems so normal for teens to automatically feel the need to label themselves and to be with a certain group of people , The tyipcal sterotype that the girl who is a little smarter then the is labeled as a geek, like who knows maybe she wanted to do cheer or something. Walking through the doors heading to my locker i open it putting the stuff i dont need yet in and taking the stuff i do need out. preparing for my next class i take out today's time table.English.  followed by maths , drama and photography

my classes aint bad but they could be better , drama is a no go.  

lunch came pretty quick. I lined on in the canteen line and ordered my food and headed to a table. I sat by myself. which id normally do since Im not allowed to have any friends , i cant let anyone know my secret, mike says i'd regret it if anyone finds out. 

the once loud chatty canteen is now dead silent and stared at the door. in watched n was dylan and his to other friends jacob and drew , they bad boy vibe made everyone know they aren't to be messed with. i soon realised i was the only one standing , rushing to find a table , with panic i lost my balance going head first i fall to the floor everyone looked at me with scared eyes i look up to see my food has not only gone over me but also dylan. 

i start to shake as i stood up facing him.

the canteen was filled with whispers I looked up to see Dylan , he glared at me .

I stood up and gulped

"im -im really so-sorry I slipped" I stuttered

he gave me a death glare "you should've watched where your going , now my jacket is ruined because of your clumpiness"

his voice was cold and hard.

"im sorry , I clean it for you" I rushed out

he took his jacket off and threw in my direction. 

"you have by tomorrow" he turned around , his friends glaring at me but following him. the students in the canteen still staring not knowing what do as i try and fight back tears.

I walked home , shutting the door mike was on the sofa lazing about watching football with a beer in his hand.

walking upstairs he stopped me " whos jacket is that" he snapped