If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 48: January 5th 2017

True P.O.V

Why would a school restart on a Thursday? That's four days into the week and literally nothing would be accomplished but somehow that's where I was. Inside Mrs. Michelle's math class, pondering suicide, per usual. For some reason, this is the class that makes me give up on the future of teenagers.

I mean is this seriously how they expect us to get jobs? Because I honestly don't see this leading us any where.

I mean I'm a A+ student in this class but that is because the teacher doesn't seem to care about us anymore. In the first halves of the year Mrs. Michelle was a great teacher, but now?

Everyone is on they're phones and enjoying the time instead of learning me, I'm drawing. But that's normal for me.

I wasn't drawing anything important, I know I'm just sketching at this point.

Today wasn't going to be a good day. I could already feel it.

Something was telling me this wasn't going to be a good day, was it the fact that Chris had punched me into a wall this morning, or the large curse fest from mom, my day hasn't started off very well. Other people think that having a hair melt down is the start of a bad day, if my hair messed up it would be a blessing compared to Chris's fists or mom's harsh words.

So yes, my day hasn't been the best. 

At this point I can't wait till Parenting 101 because, that's my Thursday class. I don't LOVE Parenting 101, but it's better than  Physical Education, P.E. That was simply kids playing dodge ball way to hard.

I mean, majority of the time they were simply throwing those balls at you as hard as possible just because they could. Those bastards.

I hate dodge ball, with a burning passion.

I mean, they go out, start the game and then butcher the other team, and I always gets pounded with the dodgeballs so hard I get bruised. I hated that, I mean I get abused and bullied all the time and then there's a game that allows people to knock you onto the ground by slamming a ball into your face.

This world is really messed up.

I sigh in relief when the bell rings over head. I get all my belongings together, looking up to see Mrs. Michelle resting her head on her hands.

Concerned I walk up to her.

"Mrs. Michelles? What's wrong?" I ask her looking down at the desk concerned at the teacher.

She looks up at me a shocked look on her face, and looked around seeing the classroom empty.

"Where is everyone else?" She asked in a weak voice. Oh shit, something's wrong.

"On they're ways to 4th." I said, sitting down in the chair next to her. "So what's wrong?" I ask looking at her with sincerity and trust in my eyes.

She sighed before answering, "I'm pregnant and it wasn't by choice." I look at the teacher with shock. She was . . . raped? She's pregnant?? Oh god!

"I'm keeping it, I'm against abortion." She said snapping to look over to her. She was scared, used, and pregnant from it. But hadn't I been used? The only difference was I couldn't get pregnant from it. But I still think my life was worse. Because in the end, Mrs. Michelle will see it as a blessing, having a son or daughter regardless of how she got them.

"It will turn out okay in the end, Mrs. Michelle," I said looking at the clock. "I have to go to next class, bye Mrs. Michelle, stay safe." I said to here, walking out the room hurrying to Parenting 101 and trying to get there before the class bell rings. I did in fact make it in time, rushing into the class, and sitting in my desk quickly looking at the board and being shocked at seeing nothing on it. I sit there waiting for Mr. Willson, the Parenting 101 and guidence teacher to explain what were doing today since the board failed to do so.