20 Ways To Kill Yourself ➳ Bullied By 5SOS

Chapter 27 - New

Tears fell from my eyes as I was unable to contain myself any further.

I slammed the door to the lonely cubicle shut and sat on the toilet lid after closing it, my nose starting to run. Desperately grabbing a wad of tissue, I attempted to clean myself of the steaming liquid that was beginning to feel sticky.

Feeling very much frustrated after a while of rubbing the wet tissue across my clothes, which resulted in little pieces of white fluff being distributed sporadically on my shirt, I gave up and threw the wad away from me. To my unfortunate luck, I accidentally threw it over the cubicle door and mentally cursed after hearing a loud squeal.

Immediately, I ran out to meet the face belonging to the victim of my unfortunate miseries and began to apologise profusely.

“Crap balls dipped in fudge juice, I'm so sorry!” I spewed, gently picking out the tissue remnants that were scattered on her hair strands, the wad of wet tissue mixed with the lingering scent of coffee comically placed at the centre of her head.

Her reaction was one that i did not expect. Instead of stabbing me with the soap dispenser on the wall beside the mirrors that scattered the bathroom, she laughed. “It’s cool. I saw those girls, the ones that spilled coffee on you and i actually wanted to check if you were alright.” She admitted. My actions came to a halt as i took a step back to identify her facial features that gave away any sign that she was laying. However, she seemed genuine as she tilted her head also, questioning what was wrong.

“Nothing, nothing!” I replied quickly, hoping she didn't think of me as strange, or anything of the sort. “I'm actually stunned if anything. Nobody's ever cared so you're the first… to care… I guess…” I trailed off, a frown taking over as I facepalmed, making a mental note to work on my people skills. I was an awkward sausage when it came to new people…

Anti-social nature. I blame you.

She seemed equally awkward as we both stood awkwardly in our own individual awkwardness, feeding off each other's awkward vibes. I took the opportunity to see if I recognised her, but she was a girl whom I decided that I had never seen before and I wondered if I had taken any classes with her. The casual, baggy t shirt and skinny jeans that adorned her body separated her from the rest of the female population that made up the school.

“Oh, I'm new here. My name's Kathryn!” She said, seemingly reading my mind and offering me her open palm. I assumed I'd have to shake it, but then I debated whether or not it would be acceptable to meet acquaintances in the middle of a bathroom, me with cold coffee on my clothes and her with tissue in her hair. Before I could make up my indecisive mind, she had retracted her hand and forced a cough.

“So what class do you have next?” She asked cheerily, and it made me wonder if it was even humanely possible to be so happy at 8:56 am. Especially on a Monday morning.

It should be called Monday mourn-ing because Monday's are a universal day to mourn the weekend past.

“Geography” I replied instead. “you?” Although I despised conversing with others, I thought it sensible to reciprocate the question. She reached into her flimsy messenger bag and I noticed a few familiar band pins on the material of her bag that I enjoyed listening to, but said nothing, ensure of what to say or how to initiate a conversation about All Time Low. She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. I glanced at the schedule and realised her schedule was pretty much similar to mine.

Geography, maths, chemistry, arts, physics and citizenship

But as opposed to chemistry, she took music.