dear diary,
today was the day that my life came crumbling down.
just.
like.
that.
the day started out as normal, i woke up and ate some buttered bread, walked to school, the task of hiding myself from the police being much easier today for some unknown reason that i'm not going to get too much into.
but all that changed as soon as i walked into school. people stared, people pointed, and then i was called into the head teachers office with butterflies in my belly. and no, they weren't the same butterflies that i felt when i simply glanced over at my love, but a feeling of sickness. like i was going to throw up my buttered bread all over the receptionists desk. and that wouldn't be good, for simply the thought of vomit made me feel even more nauseated.
they finally called me in, where i took in the scene in front of me and automatically felt light headed. lauren jauregui with her pot bellied father and a stern looking policeman, all who had different emotions written on their faces. lauren was crying, the principal and her father was angry, and the policeman was, well, stern.
i took a seat and the words thrown at me was enough to make me break down into tears.
"leigh-anne pinnock, allegations have been made that you have attempted physical and sexual contact with miss jauregui. this disgusting behaviour is not appropriate and so we have papers to refer you to the westwick ward for the criminally insane. we cannot risk this disease of yours spreading and the hospital will do everything they can in order for you to get better."
my mental illness was my sexuality.
i didn't notice the smirk on lauren's face until the guard already had ahold of my arm, and it was too late for me to lunge over and spin her jaw. i don't suppose it would get me anything but a black eye, anyway.
the tears continued to pour as i walked to my locker. the dick of a guard who would occasionally grab my arse on the way stopped at the water fountain, and i rounded the small bend until i could see my locker. however, my eyes focused on something else that sat on one of the benches.
jade. my angel.
i waltzed over, fully aware that i looked like shit and fully aware of what i was doing. she jumped as i placed a hand on her shoulder, and apologised as she stuttered something incoherent out and went red. i giggled slightly, she was too adorable for me to not.
i didn't small talk, but she told me her name thinking that i didn't know it already. i had a little banter with her and she laughed at me, before going red and apologising again.
i don't know why i did it as soon as the guard came looking for me, but the way my lips moulded into hers was worth the beating i got in the office.
and the look of bliss on jade's face showed me that the feeling was in fact mutual.
she's an angel.
leigh x
