The Struggle of Summer

Chapter 1

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I stared at my phone which was laying on my desk.

"Hasn't she ruined my life enough for one day?" I mumble to my self, crawling on my knees to my desk to see what abusing message Isabella Sanchez has sent me from an anonymous number.

Isabella is the queen of the school. No one, and I mean no one, will tell her what to do. If you try to prove her wrong, she will end you. The worst part is that teachers love her, so she gets away with EVERYTHING; while every student in the school fears her. Once she finds her target, she will destroy any self-esteem the person originally had, bit by bit, piece by piece, until you are an empty shell of incompetence and insecurity or dead. Yep that's Isabella in a nutshell.

I turn over my phone to see her message

0488 725 940 - Watch your back...

I roll my eyes and lob my phone across the room to where I was originally sitting; between the wall and my shelving. In that gap is where I sit almost 24 hours a day with my canvas and art supplies. My corner is set up with a small easel leaning against the shelves and me leaning against the wall with my paint palate on my lap. As you could imagine, the walls of my room are filled with canvas art. I can't ever bring myself to throw away any because they all have a story; from a feeling to a experience, they all resemble something. My favourite creation is my 365 days. Everyday I would just do a couple simple lines on the canvas, making sure to make it small and to just resemble my feelings at that particular moment in time using different colours and brushes. I say different colours, I really mean it's pretty much a black canvas..

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My phone is going crazy from different numbers texting the same thing; 'Watch your back... '

I try to shake it off as an empty threat and continue my current painting, but you know when you get that niggling feeling in the back of your mind that something is wrong but you ignore it and every time it's right but you continuously ignore it time and time again? Yeah, I'm experiencing that.. Badly...

The next day went like it normally would: I get up at 6 to make breakfast, feed the dogs, get dressed, brush my hair and do my makeup, pack my bag and catch the bus with a ton of procrastination in between.

On the bus I stare aimlessly out the window for half an hour, watching the people getting on the bus thinking how their lives might be. It can get quite deep some times. Like, if they look worried, I wonder are they on their way to see their dying brother or is it a happy worry that they might be on their way to propose to their one and only? If they look distant, are they being rushed through life and they can't handle the stress anymore? Being in my place, you certainty see things in a different light.

The bus pulls up at the front of the school and I pick up my bag. I walk to the front of the bus and thank the driver. I step off the bus and the winter wind hits me. I roll my sleeves down my arms and grasp my books that I am carrying in my arms tighter to try and retain body heat. It is not working to the extent I wish it was.

I soon arrive at the front of the Stillwater building. I sigh and slowly push open the doors. The noise was a dull roar and people were moving everywhere; just like usual. I walk up to my locker and see there have been multiple notes been stuck to my locker, 'Watch your back...'. I grab them all and scrunch them into a ball and shove them in my pocket. That restless feeling comes back. I try to shake it off and turn he dial on my locker. When it unlocks, the first thing I see in my locker is a bunch of dead roses in a black jar. Ok, this was now starting to worry me. I grab the flowers and throw them in the bin next to me. I put away the books in my arms and grab my Science book and put it in my bag with my laptop. I close my locker, making sure it's locked and walked away cautiously looking for anyone associated with Isabella.

I arrive at the science building with a minute to spare. I walk in and take my seat off the left in the middle row of the classroom. I open my laptop and log in. I click on Facebook and all my notifications pop up. Sarah Patterson invited you to play Candy Crush, it's Alana Davidson's birthday, Caleb Montessori invited you to the event New Phone. Need Numbers. I scroll down my feed, wondering why I have these people as friends if all they do is post shit about getting drunk all the time, I mean, is that really what you want to do with your life?

When I reach the bottom of my feed, Mr. King walked in and everyone scrambled to their seats. I log out and close my laptop. I then sit there for an hour and a half staring at the clock wishing it could go faster.

When lunch finally arrived, I hadn't heard or seen anything else about watching my back even when Isabella was in 2 of my classes this morning. I had just started to relax and think that it was just an empty threat. I stood to throw away my wrapper from my sandwich when suddenly with a loud smack, my head hit the table. I couldn't see straight. All I could hear was laughing from everyone in the cafeteria and then, blackness...

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