Dear Mrs Valentine { Girl X Girl }

Chapter 1

         Dear Mrs Valentine {Girl X Girl }
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In the viewpoint of Lily:

Life wasn't easy for me,this is the third time in 3 years we've moved. We meaning me and my Father. I'm Lily James. Despite what my abusive Father says about me I am considered to be quite a pretty girl.
My long luscious locks of black shiny hair fall to my twine thine waist gracefully. The hand me down clothes people give me in pity cling to my thin frame. My lips are a dark red;the colour of blood.My nose is as tiny as a button yet my eyes are as  big as the sun. They're a dark blue. Yet the pain is still visible if you looked into the depths of my eyes long enough. My father hates it,I'm a constant reminder of my dear late Mother. I had to be the adult when she died. I will never hold the same beauty that my mother did but there is a slight resemblance in our big blue eyes.
The smile that once clung to my face soon changed into a face of pain and misery when my Mother died. People must think I'm rude,I guess that's why I've never been able to make friends. I'm an outcast. I put myself into my studies. It's my only chance  to escape the past that bounds me.
We just moved into this new apartment,it's  small and squalid. But It'll do. I finally get a room to myself! However it's anything but homely,I know Dad won't be here that long. By tomorrow mark my works he'll disappear with no trace. Since Mum died he's became an emotional wreck washing away the pain with booze,drugs and sex. We are barely getting by,most days I'd be lucky if I even got one meal to eat. Not many appreciate the little things but I do.
This secret will never pass my lips. I don't want to be taken away by Child Protection Services.
I enter my new room it's mouldy and small. It's bare and boring. Cosy but non inviting. But I'd make it my own in time,even having my own room is a privilege. Usually I am left to sleep on the cold leather couch whilst my father got the bedroom. But it didn't bother me. Despite my increasing anger for my father I still loved him dearly. Even though I knew there was no place for love in his heart for me. I admit it did upset me,nobody had my back and no one cared for me. But it was something I had to get used to.... It still hasn't worked. The only company I have is my thoughts. Dangerous thoughts. They pick and pull at me telling me I'm not enough and how no one loves me. Maybe they're true..... I have no time to dwell on this; school starts tomorrow.
I admit I am a little apprehensive as to what school will be like,but I can't be so pessimistic and think the worst will happen. I can't show fear. I can't be weak anymore. I've decided for the first time in my life I'm going to give thinking positively a go. Perhaps I should give being happy a chance. The word happy was foreign to me but it is something I did truly long for.
For once in my life I decided I needed to make an effort as school started tomorrow. I didn't have the most expensive branded clothes but I was grateful for the few assets I did own. I grabbed the small brown stool and placed it next to the cupboard. I stood on my tippy toes and grabbed the little box. I lay the box on my bed and my eyes widened in excitement to open the box. I opened the box to see my possessions. I didn't have much but as my mother told me "The little things will always be way more valuable". I agreed with this statement,I'm not a materialistic person. Memory's mattered way more to me than possessions.
I pulled out a petite black floral dress,it was my mother's. A tear came to my eye but I wiped it away with the sleeve of my oversized jumper. I decided I was going to wear this tomorrow. My mother was a classy women ,she had an elegant choice in fashion. I managed to save a few items that were once hers. After she died Dad pawned all her possessions  for money. He used the money to fund his bad habits of drugs and alcohol. This angered me but there was nothing I could do. My father was a violent figure.
I layed my mother's dress on the table and next to it I pulled out my knock off pair of converse shoes. It was evident they were fake and cheap but I really was trying my best to look presentable.
I ran the hot water into the bathtub,I waited patiently for it to run. I hoped I could scrub my worries away from the anxiety that trapped me about school. I admit I was scared....
I stepped into the bathtub and layed back. The hotness of the water put my emotions at ease and for a moment I felt relaxed. I washed my worries away and I wiped the steam off the mirror and pulled a weak smile at my clean damp hair. I wrapped a towel found my body and dabbed the towel at my wet hair until it dried.
Usually I'd be one to be late but I made sure I set my alarm for 7 Am sharp. I couldn't afford to make a bad impression especially not on my first day of school. My education means a lot to me.
I changed into my petite lace top and an old pair of tiny shorts and I entered my uncomfortable fragile bed.
I tossed and turned for hours on end,until I look upon the neon red clock and see the number figures. It's two Am but it's a matter of urgency that I sleep.
Not long later I feel myself growing sleepy and I feel my eyes dropping until I find myself in a deep sleep.
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I awaken my eyes and I feel quite startled by my new surroundings. I roll my eyes to myself remembering we just moved into our new apartment. I nudge my eyes with my fists waking myself up and then I sigh and slowly get out of bed. I had found the last of the toothpaste. It was stale but it would do. We had no money for grocery's...it went to my father drugs. I take a look in the mirror and my eyebrows raise. I am glad I decided to do my hair however I teased it making myself look as good as I could. I placed a swill of cold water onto my face and my once sleepy face turned into one with colour not dreariness.
I placed my mother's delicate floral dress on,for a moment I stood admiring my thin figure. She would be proud,but of course she isn't here to congratulate me or make my worries go away. I placed my knock off converse shoes on,people would know they weren't the real brand but I had bigger worries.
I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat but of course there was nothing there. It wasn't surprising at all. I tripped over on a mini black box and to my delight lay one hundred dollars. I felt guilty but I had to take it. It would only go to drugs anyway.... I decided after school I'd do some grocery shopping. I looked around the apartment to see if my Father was here. But of course as per usual he was nowhere to be found.
I was grateful that the sun was shinning today. It gave me a new outlook. I packed my backpack the night before which consisted of an old calculator my previous teacher gave me,pens,pencils,gel pens,hilighters  and of course my trusty binder. It was heavy,I was such a meek weak girl but I gripped it hard. I didn't want to be clumsy enough to lose it.
I saw the school in the distance and my heart skipped a beat. I was just so nervous! I started approach the visage of the building slowly but surely. I eventually arrived and I stood in front of the building and I took a deep breathe before entering the colossal place.
The halls were empty and this comforted me,I wasn't one for crowds. I found my way to reception and I was greeted by a barbaric snooty women. She looked up at me placing her glasses on the bride of her nose eyeing me up and down with a look of disgust on her face as if I was scum. I went tickled pink out of embarrassment. I mustered enough courage to say "H-hi I'm new I believe you have my schedule". The women with auburn frizzy hair sighed and looked in the filing cabinet and found what she was looking for. She forced my schedule into my hands. I stood there but her face grew more in annoyance. She gasped and said "Be on your way!". Ah,how typical adults who even acted like children. It was kind of comical.
I placed my back against the lockers and I decided to take a look at my schedule. I was nervous but excited to see. I looked down to see this :
English- Mrs Jones Period 1
Math- Mr Bennet Period 2
And lost but not least
Photography- Mrs Valentine Period 3
I was so fascinated that I didn't notice the boy next to me tapping at my shoulders. He was smiling at me "H-hi I'm Lily it's nice to meet you". He laughed "No need to be shy I'm Daniel". He peered at my schedule and his face was beaming with excitement "You're in two of my lessons, English and photography!". He led me to are first lesson and we waited for the teacher arrive.
I saw the figure of a small women,with red wavy hair and blush pink lips. She welcomed me into her class with excitement. I could tell she held enthusiasm for her subject and this made me smile. Soon the class started to fill and I noticed I was centre of attention. Mrs Jones noticed I was uncomfortable with all the glances. She soon shouted at the class to look this way and I was in relief. Our task was to write a poem about what meant a lot to us. I obviously wrote about my mother as she was the only one who meant a lot to me even though she was no longer here. Me and Daniel whizzed through the poem and spent time getting to know each other. Well more me getting to know him. I was a closed book I couldn't reveal much about myself. Soon the hour passed and I was soon following the murmurs of those who were heading up to Mr Bennett's Math lesson.
I entered his classroom,I could tell he was a well organised teacher. He was quite elderly his face was wrinkled but stern and he glared at me eyeing me to the left of the classroom to the spare seat.
I had to admit I kind of missed daniel. It made me happy knowing someone actually wanted to speak to me for once. I was fantastic at Pi,we learned about it and soon the time went.
I was now on my way to photography,my face was full of excitement. I had never done this subject before but I was eager to start. Daniel soon found me amongst the crowd and led me to Mrs Valentines Classroom. I looked through the glass window; I couldn't believe my eyes. The most angelic women stood there. She had blonde thick wavy hair that glowed like the sun. Her eyes were green like the lush green forests. Her lips were a dusty rose colour and I longed to kiss them. She had cute little freckles over her sweet little nose. She was speaking to another student and I could see her beautiful white smile and it made my heart skip a beat. She had such a sexy body her dress hugged around her toned body. Daniel soon tapped me putting me out of my trance. He laughed "She's attractive isn't she". I was defensive "She just looks so young that was it". He believed me,he seemed quite gullible but I was grateful I had made a friend.
Mrs Valentine caught my eye through the glass window and smirked to herself. I was a little worried as she caught me staring. She opened the door and her face lit up like a bright light. She welcomed me in her classroom with enthusiasm and led me to my seat. Today wasn't a practical lesson. She was going over a topic we were covering in lesson. She smiled at me "I'm Mrs Valentine it's lovely to meet you Lily". I looked up at her;she towered over me. It was kind of intimidating but sexy. I eyed her up and down she was pure perfection. She handed me a new book "Make sure you take notes this lesson Lily" with a friendly smile on her face.
I was supposed to take notes but by hell her beauty captured my eye and I couldn't leave this trance.  I loved the way she bit her lip when she couldn't find the right words to say. I loved the way she smiled when she talked about her subject. She seemed different. She was kind but for a second she caught my glance and I could see the pain in her eyes.
An hour passed and I stared at her for an hour straight. She must have thought me creepy. We were dismissed. However she said.
"Lily wait up I need to talk to you now"
I looked down shy,I was afraid I was in trouble for not taking notes.
"I noticed you weren't taking notes,I'd appreciate if you payed attention to your notes rather than me. For now I printed these notes for you."
I was about to apologise when she shushed me. She reassured me it was okay. I left the room looking around for one more glance of the beautiful women who was my photography teacher. We both returned smiles...