As I'm still grasping for air i hear footsteps running towards me, i look up and see Mr Fletcher looking down at me on the floor speechless and pitying me. seriously couldn't he help rather than standing their watching me breathing in so heavily.
"thanks sir.... for stopping them..." i manage to say slowly as i manage to pull myself together
"gosh, who were those two girls i didn't see their faces" he asked
"it doesn't matter" i replied. As much as i hate them and would love to see them get in trouble or get expelled I'm no snake....and tbf Kara may have won this time but I'm having fun plotting ideas the next time she tries something.
"well...?" Mr Fletcher says
"huh" i ask
"i asked if you wanted water?" he repeated
"oh yeah, please" i reply
"come on then, to the form room, this doesn't get you out of our discussion" he says giving me his hand to get up on my feet.
i moan and get up walking with him to the classroom. Once we enter the room and shut the door, he gets a bottle of water for us each out of a cupboard and hands one to me as i sit on a desk at the front...
"do we really need to continue this conversation"
"yes we should" he says sitting on his desk "now where were we?"
i roll my eyes
"what did you mean when you said that my hate towards others is effecting me or hurting me?" i spoke
"do you really need me answering that when you clearly got hurt by them two girls in the corridor?" and to be fair he has a point
"yeah but that was just now, you barely know me and after i have you for one cover lesson you seem to know about my hate before you witness anything" i say
....silence... he seems to be holding back what he wants to say or ask
"its just a thought Ive had since form" he lies
"it'd be useful if you told me the truth.... you looked to your left sir"
"damn i shouldn't have told you that trick" he sighs " okay fine, i noticed you bruises after you answered me when i called you name out in the register" he continued and i was shocked. So what does that mean? what does he think of my bruises?
"my bruises and scars aren't whatever you think" i defended
"but you don't even know what i think"
shit!
"listen Ashley, i'm trying to help y..."
"tell me what you think then...." i interrupt
"The way i see it. i can see a girl with bruises and scars who just so happens to hate pretty much everyone else which gives me the impression that the reason why you hate everyone else is cause this is what they are doing to you...tell me if i'm right or wrong?" he says
he's wrong hes got the wrong end of the stick but if i tell him hes wrong wouldn't that mean i'd have to tell him the truth plus lying isn't an option either cuz say if i was to say this was true he would have to report it to my dad who would kill me for even letting sir get suspicious.
"please" he almost begs
there really isn't a way out of this.
dear goodbye diary,
what should i do. i seem to be in a situation that all started at a small point and now i'm having to proceed to making my liars bigger.... and worse.....out of hand.
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Authors note
poor girl.
does she have a way out of this sticky situation?
hope you liked this chapter
Amy Xx
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Dear Goodbye Diary
Teen FictionA young school girl called Ashley Thorpe goes through a lot and struggles to solve the issues that have been making her life come crashing down ever since the death of her Mother and Brother. She feels like nothing and as each day passes by she feel...
