It's the new year. Yay...
Which means a new school year with new people and new classes and new teachers. I've only ever liked one teacher. Mrs Lynn. But she passed away last year and no one knows how. She was a perfectly healthy person and was always happy. Guess we'll never know. I hate all the other teachers. They can all burn in hell with Satin.
Ebony and I walk to our first class of the new year. Russian. As I walk in, my hole world stops, my heart flutters and I'm speechless. A BOY! Naturally I want to stab every boys eyes out with a knife. But this boy, this boy makes me feel funny. He's a God. He has these eyes that are such a perfect colour of dark brown, they sparkle in the sun. His hair, oh his hair, it's long and brown and he has it in a short pony tail so it stays out of his face. From what I can see his body isn't to bad either.
I don't know his name but I sure would like to.
When the class starts, Mr K introduced this mysterious boy.
"Good morning everyone, we have a new student in our class this year. His name is Nick. Alex, it says that you will be the one in charge of him, just until he learns the ropes."
OH MY FUCK! What in the WHAT! I can't do that. He's so perfect and I'm here at school in slippers, sweatpants and an oversized jumper. My hair is down in front of my face because 1: I don't want people to know what I look like and 2: I have bruises and scars from the abuse at home. I can't show him around or even be near him like this.
All the girls are glaring at me and giving me foul looks. After class as Ebony and I are in the bathroom I ask for her help.
"Hey Eb, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's up"
"Well as you know I'm meant to show Nick around this week and well..." She cut me off
"You like him and need my help to make you look as fabulous as you can so you can run off together and live a happy life. Sure I can."
"Oh thank you Ebony. I'll love you forever"
"Anything for my bestie." She smiled and walked out into the hall.
That afternoon Eb ditched Nicole and went shopping with me. She brought everything for me because I'm broke and don't know how to handle money. She got me a few nice shirts and some other things. I even scored some makeup! But when I got home, my life decided to burn in hell.
Just as I open the door I hear yelling. It's my mum.
"THAT YOU SHIT FACE?" She yells
With a deep breath I call back " Yes mum it's me"
She turns around the corner and sees all my shopping bags. A sly smile crosses her face.
"What's all this?" She asks
I ignore her and walk to the bedroom and put my things away. As I do so she stands in the doorway.
"I said, what the fuck is all this shit you brought home?"
Again I ignore her because I don't want to tell her I got new clothes and makeup to impress a boy at school.
She walks away and comes back with a cigarette in her mouth, puffing away at it casually. She takes a few steps closer and all of a sudden pushes the burning end of the cigarette into my skin. I let out and ear splitting scream and tears run down my face. Over the top of my screams she yells
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT YOU BROUGHT HOME YOU LITTLE SHIT!?"
She pulls the cigarette away and before she can grab me, I punch her in the stomach and run...Run as fast as I can and as far away as I can. I know I'll have to go back but on the inside...I'd rather die then face her again.
