My Life As It Is

Chapter Eighteen

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I sit in the class room with my head in my hands, counting down the moments till I can leave this hell hole and get to Ría.

My breathing was labored, coming out in short breaths. Tears leaked out of my eyes as scenes played over and over in my head and questions plagued my mind. I bite my lip in attempt to stop the sobs that threatened to come out, and the boy beside me kept on sneaking glances at me.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, hesitantly putting his hand on my shoulder.

I sniff, and take a deep breath.

"Yip," I clear my throat and I keep my head down. "I'm fine."

He nods and takes his hand of my shoulder, still looking at me with concern.

I had one thought in my head, the rest of them were just too scrambled to pay attention to.

The clock on the wall says that we still have thirty minutes left of class.

I shake my head, eyebrows knitted together and my body shaking.

I can't take it.

I get up from my seat, the teacher surprised at my action.

Still shaking, I half walk half run to the door, a need to get to Ría so strong it couldn't be ignored.

"Hey! Where are you going!" I hear the teacher call from behind me, but I run out the door nevertheless.

Ría had art, which was at the other side of the school from the social studies class I just had.

Tears flowed out from my eyes as I ran to her class mumbling her name.

As soon as I got to he class I saw that they weren't in there, so they must have been outside taking pictures.

I sprint though the school, looking for the class.

There.

I spot a few kids with cameras next to the bush, Ría closer to the bush.

I yell out her name, bolting towards her.

Her eyes widened as she saw me, and she took a step back. I could see she was worried that I'd crash into her, but all that was on my mind was to be next to her.

Pouncing on her, she lets out a squeak.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have class?" She questions me, but she receives no answer. My face is already pushed into her jacket, fitting perfectly into her shoulder. I let the tears run freely, staining her jacket. Snot ran out of my nose and into her shoulder, my sobs mixed with laughter when she complained about her poor jacket.

"Lets go somewhere more private," she calmly tells me, and tells her teacher that we have to go do something.

About fifty minutes later, I had ran out of tears and Ría had sorted out for us to go home to mine. My mum had agreed to let us go home early, and Tay was home sick already.

Ría's dad had offered to drop me and her off at my house, and we happily agreed, my mum still at work and us not wanting to walk home.

We are sitting in the car, music playing in the stearyos. DNA was playing, Ría and I singing along at the top of our lungs.

"If you sing any more then I will go deaf! And it's not the volume!" Ría's dad yelled over our singing, making us glare at him.

As the music died down, my laughter erupted from were I was sitting. I had moved my leg so it was above my head rest, leaving me facing backwards and hands flailing everywhere.