A Day to Forget

Chapter 1:

I hold the familiar piece of paper to my chest holding back the too familiar feeling to sob.

The kind of sob that causes your insides to burn. That pain that pulls at the back of your eyes telling your brain there is no more tears to shed. I have been too familiar with that feeling, and the pinch of guilt in the pit of my stomach.

"Liya." My grandmothers soft voice knocks at my door causing me to shove the paper neatly back into the green book that was slightly lifted at the right corner from my fingers flicking at the edge, from all my nervous and deep thoughts that I had wrote in there.

"It's time." Her voice was more of a whisper.

I get ready in a daze, still feeling the familiar pinch of a sob in my eyes. I had to stay calm- not just to prove to these new people I wasn't a freak, but to myself that I was ok.

"Liya come on you're going to be late." I knew she wasn't saying it harshly. She has never yelled at me once. It was something about how close we were, how we felt comfortable around each other. She has always been the person I ran to when I had no one else. Like now.

Following her into the car I say nothing. I was scared to speak in this moment honestly, scared that if I spoke any words I would sob. I didn't want to go to this new school, I didn't want the new looks. I just wanted the comfort of my soft comforter and my pillows holding me securely in my bed as I let all the pain out.

Holding onto my tan bag I squeeze the strap causing my knuckles to turn white as we pull up to the unfamiliar new building. Glancing up at the large letters in the stone of the school, I read slowly, Whitham Arts engraved in beautiful letters.

My nervous hands find the car door and I push myself out, giving my grandma a small smile. I wasn't sure if I was reassuring her, or myself, but it felt good to smile. Even if it wasn't real.

"Have a good day ok?" Her eyes say so much more. Nodding, I find my feet moving toward the hurrying teens running into the building. Following them, i feel a few unfamiliar stares causing my stomach to turn. I follow the group of people all laughing and talking, and I knew my blank and distant facial expression made me stick out as if i were wearing neon clothing.

Looking at the schedule in my hand, the room numbers were easy, and didn't seem hard to find. I was happy they were obvious, and not strange like my old school had been. Looking at the open classroom doors for the number 104, i turn into someone causing an odd noise to leave my throat.

Glancing up my eyes disappear into deep blue ones. They held an odd look, and I wasn't sure what.

"Can you please watch where the fuck you're going?" He spits down at me in a thick accent making my heart disappear deeper into the pit of my chest. I open my mouth to apologize, but am stopped by his booming voice

"That's what I thought. Now get the hell out of my way." I felt like I couldn't be more humiliated until he pushes me out of the way with his shoulder causing my unsteady feet to fall from under me. Laughter erupts down the hallway as his eyes meet mine again almost in shock that I had fallen.

Scrambling to my feet, I knew my cheeks were pink. The guy's eyes stay on mine causing a heaviness to pull through my weak body, making me turn away. Briefly shutting my eyes, I walk down a hallway with numbers close to my classroom.

I wasn't really sure how I felt. I knew I should feel embarrassed, humiliated even, but I oldly didn't. Humiliated slightly, but I was expecting it. My face stays blank as I take a seat in the very back of the classroom away from everyone else. Maybe no one would notice me, maybe I could just disappear until my senior year. If only I could hold onto hope that that was possible.

My eyes focus on the doorway as a tall guy walked in with dark hair neatly sat on his forehead. His eyes meet mine, causing my embarrassed ones to look away quickly. I could hear the sound of his black vans on the floor walking toward me in slow motion almost. He takes the seat next to me, and his eyes cause me to unnoticeable move my hair into my face.

"You're new right?" My eyes meet his briefly before I sigh loudly and nod. I wasn't really sure why he was asking me, for the obvious was so heavily in the air that my unfamiliarity seemed to cause everyone else to choke.

I wasn't really expecting anyone trying to actually talk to me, I hadn't even thought about it.

"Well I'm Louis." He turns completely to face me, lending me his hand. I stare at it oddly for a moment, knowing how scared I probably looked. Shakily taking it, he offers me a smile.

"Liya." My voice surprisingly comes out strong, actually pleasing myself. I glance over to him quickly, wondering why he was being so oddly nice to me. Was he just trying to humiliate me even more since I was the new girl? But his eyes- they look so friendly and reassuring.

"I saw what Niall did this morning, I'm really sorry he can be-" Suddenly a man with dark hair walks in. I assume him as the teacher as the room falls silent from his heavy presence. Looking around the room quickly I notice I hadn't even paid any attention to what class this was. Taking in familiar Shakespeare quotes on poster staggered around the room, making me lightly smile. I know instantly it was an English class. Something that felt like home.