All Roses Have Thorns

A Day In Hell

Waking up in the morning I did my normal routine; get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, do hair and get all my school stuff ready. I wasn't going to dress up fancy, I wasn't going to try to impress anyone because there was no one to show it to.

I just did everything as quick as possible just to get out of the house. Well...what was left of it. Nobody even lived here anymore. My dad was dead and my mom didn't even have a heart or a soul to be able to call this her house.

My grandma paid the bills but had too much time on her hands to even text me every once and a while, not that I cared.

Who wanted to talk to me? A poor little girl who was just a bother to every soul she encountered.

Driving to school I just decided to stay out in the courtyard until the bell rang so that I didn't have to talk to anyone.
Normally it was just me in my special hiding place.
It was a good distance from anyone's view and quiet. It was up high and cozy. Up in a tree.

I know that doesn't sound like the best thing in the world but it was to me. It was my thinking space, my quiet reading zone and away from everyone else.

Putting in my earbuds I started to listen to my music, drowning out everything else, including my thoughts. Humming the tune I was already familiar with my morning playlist. It consisted of rock music and some rap music. It was the only thing that totally got me awake before school. Either that or coffee.

Oh how I would kill to have a cup with me right now. The rich and creamy deliciousness, hot in my hand. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts as the first bell rang. Grabbing my bag, I hoped over my branch before landing at the balls of my feet, safely at the floor. Sprinting towards my class I was able to make it just in time before the second bell rang, confirming that class had started.

"Hello Megan..." My teacher sounded bored, he was used to having me show up like this. A total mess. "...find your seat please"

I nodded, luckily he always managed to not count me tardy. He knew that I was smart, that I had all good grades but I didn't do the work. It wasn't a big secret why. Ever since my mom became the way she was, I had no reason to care anymore. Sitting at the back desk I didn't even bother to get out my stuff, today we were going to watch a movie. That was all. 

Then the door opened, suddenly I shifted at the edge of my seat. It was Alec. I took a deep breath, he was late...again. It was no surprise. He was as late as I was barely on time. The teacher never seemed to care about him either. Guess it was just because it was the end of the year, he just didn't seem like punishing us anymore. Good. That took a lot off of my shoulders. 

Getting out my sketchbook I started to draw, I didn't know what it was going to be but that's what always happened. I would start to draw and wouldn't know what it was until it was finished. I watched as Alec sat down, he looked like he was in hell. Which I could agree with, but he took it to another level. Every look he gave sent Mr. Johnson in the other direction. 

"Alright class," he cleared his throat, "Today we will be  reading pages 250-274 in our textbooks, get out your notebooks and a pencil. After we are going to write a Jane Shaffer" I internally groaned, why today of all days?! But I did as he said. Getting my other notebook I set it on my desk before going back to drawing. 

"Mrs Anders?" I looked up, the teacher was standing right in front of me, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my paper.  I looked down. My heart skipped a beat, before my eyes was a drawing of a wolf, it was poking it's head out through the forest, in its mouth there was a girl, her body was sliced into two. I gasped, "Sorry Mr. Johnson. I didn't mean.." 

"Are you okay?" He asked and I couldn't do anything but nod my head, "It's nothing. Just a drawing" I stated, hoping he would drop it. Students started to look at me and at my desk, probably to see what I had drawn on the notebook. Even Alec seemed to lean towards my direction. The teacher just stared at me, "Are you sure?" I nodded again, "Okay.." He paused, "But I'm going to have to report that to the front office" I rolled my eyes, "yep"

Returning to our work, everyone started to whisper around me, I ignored them. Putting my earbuds back in I started to listen to my "fuck you" playlist, and if you were to ask how many playlist I had, then my only answer would be a lot. I couldn't even count them. 

But for the rest of the class that was all I did. Listen to music and read. Sometimes I could feel people start to look at me, of course I would look right back at them to make them stop. Then finally, the bell rang. Packing up my stuff I was able to be the first one out of class. Nobody dared to get in front of me. Their problem, not mine. 

For the rest of the day that's all I did. Assignments, music, reading, drawing. I didn't give a shit who saw me. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. So right at the end of school I was able to get my bag, my keys and rush into the safety of my car before anyone could ask me anything. 

But then again, who would even want to talk to me?