Picking Up The Pieces; Sequel To; Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Phone Calls Home

                       #Callie's P.O.V#

***Time skip, the next morning***

I'm already at school, and so far, I haven't run into Will, Haylee, or Hayden, luckily.

I rush to class, desperate to avoid them.

I sit in my seat, doodling on my dry-erase board.

I draw a few flowers, then a sun, then some grass, and then some trres, turning it into a scene.

I erase it, drawing some more. I draw a heart, soon drawing more and more to the heart, adding lines, erasing some bits.

I end up with this:

(Imagine it's on a dry-erase board)

I sigh, pushing it to the side of my desk.

"That looks really cool." I hear a small girls voice. She sounds like the girl that came into the bathroom yesterday.

I take a quick picture of what I drew, then erase the board.

'Thanks'

I look up at her. She has long brown hair, and greyish-blue eyes.

"So, what's your name?" She asks me.

'Callie, what's yours?'

"My name is Lillie." She says, taking a seat next to me.

I glance at the door to see Will, Hayden, and Haylee walking in the classroom. I gulp.

'Are you sure you want to sit there?'

"Why wouldn't I want to sit here?" She asks me

I shrug.

Will comes over to where I sit. "What are you doing here, Lillie? Why do you want to sit by this freak?" He asks, pointing to me.

"Will, shut up. She's not a freak, she's nice." Lillie defends me.

"Lillie, I know you're my sister, but you just got here, I'd rather you hang out with the cool people, not the freak of the school." He laughs.

Sister?

"Go away, Will." She snaps, pushing him away. He leaves, sitting and laughing with his friends.

I'm sitting, staring at the desk like a statue.

She's the first person to stand up for me since Amelia...

'Sorry'  I write on the board, showing it to Lillie.

"That's okay, it should be me who should be apologizing for his behavior, he never acts like this at home." She says, sighing then looking down.

'Its fine. He only teases me.' I write, lying. I still have a huge bruise on my back from yesterday.

"Oh... okay." She says.

The bell rings and class starts.

After the class, we head to another one.

Lillie and I talk, well, I write and she talks.

"I have a question..." She says as we sit in our seats.

I nod my head.

"Are you mute? Or did you just lose your voice, or..." She says.

'I'm mute, by choice.'

"Oh... can I ask why?" She asks me.

'Its nothing important, it's actually quite a stupid reason... it was just from what people told me.'

"Oh... how long have you went here?" She asks me.

'On the first day of school, September 15th'

"Cool." She says, the lesson starts.

I start doodling on my board, not paying attention to what's going on, because I know it pretty well.

Still out of it and focused on my drawing, the teacher walks up to me. She snatches the board from me.

"Alright, Callie, what's the answer?" She asks me, putting my board on her desk.

I look at Lillie with terror.

"I know the answer!" She speaks up.

"That's nice, but I want Callie to answer, since she cleary wasn't paying attention, and her doodling was too important." Mrs. Drawerson states.

I have no way of doing anything, considering my pen ran out of ink, and now I can't ask Lillie for her pencil to borrow so I can write the answer on a piece of paper.

I sigh, shrugging.

"Speak to me after class." She simply directs, going back to teaching.

The class laughs, then continues there work. This time, I lay my head down and stare out the window.

The bell rings, and I stay after. I walk up to Mrs. Drawersons desk.

"Alright, Callie. For the amount of days you've been wherever you were, you can't afford to be not paying attention and drawing on this rediculous board." She says, holding up the board and then slamming it back down on her desk, a piece on the edge breaking off.

My eyes widen.

"You better start paying attention in class. Are you willing to do that?" She asks.

I shrug. I honestly don't know. I feel as if I can't do anything. I can't focus, I just want to leave. Not just school, but this life. I want to leave. No, I think need to leave.

"Callie, this is serious. Would you like me to report this to your parents?" She asks.

I shrug, yet again.

"Fine." She says.

Normally, I would be freaking out, trying to stop her, and crying. But now, I can't feel anything. I don't have any emotions, I don't care about anything.

She grabs her phone, opening a thing on her desk that has all of the students (that she teaches) files.

She looks through it, grabbing mine out and then flipping through it. She looks at something, picks up her phone, then start dialing.

"Hello, is this Callie Shadows' mum?" She asks.

"Ah, yes, hello, I'm calling regarding your daughter- no, she's here. I was wondering if you would be able to come and meet with me, now, to talk about her behavior."

After a little while later, Mrs. Drawerson tells me that Lizzie will be here soon.

We wait around 10 minutes, then Lizzie shows up.

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(A/N) THIS IS VERY SHORT AND I AM VERY SORRY! Also, it's late, and I haven't updated my other book in 40000 years... sorry... I will update this more though. I promise.

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