My Dark Secret: hs

Chapter 1: My Chemistry Partner

Katie's POV: 

I am awakened by my alarm and I already do not feel like getting up. I barely slept last night due to cramps in my lower abdomen. It is currently October, and I have not had a period since July.  I really should stay home, getting bullied is part of my daily routine at this point. Everyone at school thinks I got knocked up, but that is far from the truth. 

A nauseous feeling comes over me and I rush to the dirty motel toilet. Emptying out my stomach, there wasn't even anything in it to begin with. I mostly just threw up stomach acid and maybe the few crackers I had for dinner. 

I wipe my mouth and brush my teeth. Looking into the filthy mirror, seeing myself and hating the way I look. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, and wash my face, trying to scrub off the dark circles that never seem to go away. 

I throw on a over sized t-shirt, maybe in hopes nobody will notice me. Grabbing my worn out jeans off of the floor and sliding them on. Lastly, I threw on my converse shoes and slung my book bag over my shoulder. 

I look down at my phone, it reads 7:48 am and class begins at 8:00 am. I guess I'm going to be late again. 

"Bye Katie, see you this afternoon. Here is an apple, keep yourself healthy okay sweetie?" the clerk at the front desk, Mrs. Robin, has taken a liking to me. Maybe because I have lived here for 2 years, or maybe she just feels sorry for me. It is hard to tell now a days. 

Checking phone again, 7:51 am. Now I really am going to be late. I am about two miles from my school, but walking there in 9 minutes. I don't think so. 

I start my journey to school, I am almost finished with high school and then I will have my diploma. Something I have been striving to receive for a long time. 

With my mother passing away at child birth, and my father being sent to prison, it is very hard to keep up with my school work. Holding down a job and paying for somewhere to live and providing food for myself. I truly do not know how I do it. I was not a very privileged child growing up. My father would work 2 jobs to keep up with his alcoholism, some nights not even coming home to his hungry 6 year old daughter. Things weren't easy for me, coming to class with no lunch box and ripped, worn out clothes. In high school things just got so much worse. The bullying got more violent and the mean words turned into being shoved against lockers. 

Yet, here I am, still living and breathing and going to school. 

Checking phone, currently 8:24 am. Late but at least I'm going. 

I can see the school and as I get closer to the doors, the more nauseous I feel. This place makes me so sick. 

I enter the doors and make a left to my first class, which is English. Lucky for me, I love English and it naturally comes easy for me. So, missing a part of this class wont be a problem. 

I open the door to class and take my assigned seat. I ignore all of the whispers and giggles around the room as I take my seat. 

The teacher, Mr. Lance, looks up at me in disappointment. I said I loved English, not my teacher. 

"Katie Creech, can you explain why you are late again?" he asks, with his glasses on the end of his pointy nose. 

I was about to speak up when someone does it for me, "She was probably too busy hoe-ing around to come to class Mr. Lance, what are you hiding under that over sized t-shirt Katie?" Britney Chasers, the local slut of the school speaks up.

The class giggles and I ignore it, not trying to get involved. She doesn't have much room to talk, she fucked the entire Football team over the summer. 

"That's enough, lets get back to class." Mr. Lance says, opening his book and writing on the board. 

Before I knew it, the bell rung and it was time for second period, which was World History. If I was going to fail any class, it would be this one. Simply because it is so boring and nobody cares about what George Washington did. He is dead, that's all I need to know. 

Walking into that class, makes me sleepy. Maybe I will just lay my head down on the desk for a few seconds. 

I am awaken by the lunch bell, I jump up looking at my surroundings. I guess I had fallen asleep. 

I followed the crowd to the cafeteria and as soon as I catch a wiff of the spaghetti, I get nauseous. Running to the bathroom, looking for a possible empty stall. Emptying out my stomach from the apple I ate. I hear the bathroom door open and hear foot steps stop at my stall. I wipe my mouth and look up at who it was, me sitting on the knees with my arms around the toilet bowl. 

Harry Styles. My chemistry partner. My biggest bully. My worst mistake. 

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Hello everyone, I have been writing on wattpad for a while now under a different account. I somehow lost my password and here I am now. My old account was SouthernBeauty1, I wrote beginnings and endings. My writing has certainly improved so hope you all enjoy. Leave a comment for improvements.

XoXo Sara Ann :)