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**Jamie's pov**
Finally, today is Friday and this means tomorrow is the weekend. So I won't have to see Vanessa for a couple of days or her bloody henchmen. It may only be two days, but that's enough for me.
At this moment in time, I'm just staring up at my bedroom ceiling. My dad decided to paint it whilst I was at school, as he had Monday off and wanted to get started on decorating. So now I have a black ceiling, which I added glow in the dark stars to one night when I couldn't sleep.
Once again I was up earlier than expected, but I didn't want to move just yet. Flickering my eyes around my room, I noticed boxes that still needed unpacking. I already - as you probably know - have a dresser, with quite a few clothes inside of it.
Rolling onto my side, I pushed myself up into a sitting position, with my head down, I looked over my floor and sighed.
Lifting my arms and entwining my hands above my head, I arched my back and stretched, hearing a satisfying click, whilst yawning.
Looking over my room once again, I saw bits of clothing strewn across the floor and shoes scattered around here and there. Behind me my pillows were in random positions, - the complete opposite of how they were last night before I went to sleep - and my bedsheets crumpled, folded and slightly falling off o the corner.
Standing up, on my wobbly legs - like bambi on ice - I strode across my room, picking up dirty clothes and underwear, that I'd dumped on the floor and not bothered to pick up, I dumped in a washing basket in my bathroom.
Reappearing, in the door way to my room, I grabbed stray shoes and set them in a corner neatly. Then I grabbed the nearest box, which said 'clothes and makeup' and began to unpack it. Placing all the clothes in the drawers and neatening them up a bit, before going back to my bathroom and placing the makeup I just unpacked with the rest, in a cupboard with a mirror as the door above my sink.
Next I unpacked a box, that was labelled 'memories'. Hesitantly, I pulled open the box and began pulling out picture frames of me and my old friends from England. Then I pulled out, gymnastic trophies I've earned in competitions and some medals. Setting them all atop my dresser, I stared at them feeling my eyes fill with water and wondered what it would be like if I was still there.
No one - not even one of my closest friends - has tried to contact me in the past week. Even when I've sent countless messages. Some true friends they are. But that's today's modern world, my nanna always used to say "Never trust those who can take your heart and squeeze every last drop of your life out of you. Trust those who can take your heart and lock it in a safe with their own, to keep it safe from all those who try to hurt you. Trust those who treasure you, not those who use you for treasure."
I tried to abide, by this saying. She would always say it after my grandad passed, as people who she thought were close friends didn't show up to the funeral or even know if his passing till months even a year later. The last part, "Trust those who treasure you, not those who use you for treasure." Is something I promised my nanna and this is one promise I hope to keep. I don't want to be used and thrown away, I want to be cared for and feel safe and that's exactly what my nanna was saying.
Shaking my head sadly, I carried on unpacking pictures and photo albums placing them in a spare draw at the bottom of my dresser.
20 minuets later, I finished unpacking all of my boxes and shedding a few tears. Getting up from the kneeling position, I'd been in for the last few minuets, I reopened one of my clothes drawers pulling out a pink Reebok international t-shirt dress and some white trainers.
Walking into my bathroom, I brushed my teeth and added some very light makeup, as in mascara and lipgloss light. Pulling out my curling iron, I curled my hair into a beach wave sort-of-style. Once done, I set the iron on the edge of the counter where the sink was, so it didn't burn the top and then proceeded to unplug it.
Walking back into my room, I began to feel proud of myself, as I had finished my room completely and it didn't look half bad.
I hung up posters in my wall and a large red sign that said 'DO NOT DISTURB' in big white letters. Then I'd placed my lamp, a tool box shaped piggy bank, a coke bottle with my name on it, that I've kept as memorabilia and an empty bottle used for pens and pencils on a desk beside my bed.
I'd even pulled a chair - that was sat in the corner of my room - over into a space near enough my desk, so that I am able to turn it around when doing homework. I'd even made my bed and opened the curtains, which I usually fail to do on a daily basis.
In a corner by the bottom of my bed, I'd set up some shelves, which I'd stacked high with pictures, books and even a globe. Next to that was a small frame, that contained pictures of me, Sam and Xavier, who was in his army uniform. I remember they were taken the day he was supposed to leave and go fight.
I'd placed pictures of me and my family, ex-friends and young me on top of my dresser and also put a lamp with it. So yeah I was extremely proud of myself.
Just as I walked over to my bed, to grab my phone from where it was on charge, my alarm began blaring through my phone speakers telling me it was time to wake up.
Looking at the time I realised that it was 6:45 and I'd been up for over 2 hours before hand. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned off the switch to the plug-socket and then unplugged my phone from its charger.
Time to start the day.
***
"Alright kids, don't forget that your homework is in for Monday! Have a nice weekend and stay safe!" Yelled my art teacher, as we all packed our stuff away and began to leave the class room. "Jamie! Stay back a minutes please!"
A chorus of 'oh's' echoed around the room, before being shoved out of the class room, as I walked over and stood in front of the teachers desk.
"So as you know, I gave you a project to display your feelings in one picture. I would just like to talk to you about the feelings you expressed." Miss Reign said. "It seems to me that you were trying to express depression and sadness, in your first picture. But then on Wednesday, you asked for another paper and drew a young girl and it seemed happy."
She pulled open a drawer in her desk and pulled out two sketches. Both of which I had done this week, they didn't take me long, as at night when I couldn't sleep I would add little details.
"Both are great pieces, but I can't help, but think that somethings happening at school, which is bringing you down. I have seen you being shoved into desks or to the floor, I have heard the whispers and rumours about you and how Vanessa hates you." Miss sighed. "But, this girl in the picture is bringing you happiness and just in the space of a couple of days you are growing stronger, than ever before."
"Well Miss in the words of Kelly Clarkson, Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
