My Life With Him.

~Chapter 2

“Hazel, are you up yet?” I hear Jenny, my social worker, shout from down stairs. I roll my eyes. It’s the same every morning, everyone checking up on me like I’m five, I’m not! I’m fifteen.

“Yes. I’ll be down in 20 minutes.” I shout back down while applying my moisturiser. Jenny is so beautiful. She’s got this little face dotted with light brown freckles. Her hair is always in a bun on top of her head and her make-up minimal but perfect. She has this tiny waist that makes me want to be her. She says she’s the right weight for her height, which is good. Then there’s me who is massively over weight. Urgh.

I apply my foundation, evenly across my face, my mascara and eyeliner is even, my eye shadow looks nice and for once, my lipstick is even. Now for my hair. I style it the same every day, spread across my forehead and pinned behind my ears and cover my whole head in hairspray to stop it falling out. I take everything back into my room, grab my bag and head down the hall to the stairs. The wall are painted a milky white and there are framed pictures of each child who has ever been at Elderberry House, my care home, every time I walk past, this one boy catches my eyes. His name is Joshua but the one thing that catches my eye is her last name, Johnson, it’s the same as mine. Joshua looks just like I remember my dad. Beautiful blonde hair with a fringe across his forehead just above his eyebrows and eyes as blue as the sea. He has freckles dotted across his cheeks as light as nut shell.

I’m not in the mood for breakfast so I walk into the dining room, grab a piece of toast and walk out the door. I walk down the road eating my toast. The closer I get to school, the more I don’t want to go. I hate it at that place and that place hates me. Everyone there hates me, even the teachers. The other day, I had homework due but I couldn’t do it and the teacher had a go at me but told another kid to bring it in the next day. I have no friends and no one to talk to about anything. I get a crush on a boy; I have to keep it to myself because no one cares. I have ANY secret and it has to be kept to myself because no one cares about me or wants to be my friend because I’m too weird. As I walk down the road I’ve got ‘Knives and Pens by Black Veil Brides’ in my ears and I love it. When BVB’s (Black Veil Brides) music is playing, I just zone out. When I listen to Black Veil Brides, everything that’s ever gone in my life seems to leave my head for a while. It doesn’t matter what you say to me because for those three minutes, I don’t exist. It’s like taking drugs but without the damage to my body.