Shadows

Deprived

I originally wrote this out on paper but then lost half of it, I think I dropped it in maths so my teacher can have fun reading it, the only problem is because it's written like a diary she might be slightly concerned hmmm oh well. Just as precaution: Dear Irish maths teacher, I am sorry for leaving my story in your class and writing it In the lesson. Sitting me at the back probably wasn't the best idea because I struggle to concentrate. Also if you could increase the zoom when we are learning trigonometry that would be appreciated. Apart from that thank you for teaching me maths even though I'm probably your worst student at some moments.

On with the story
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"Are you okay?" I hear a distant voice as they genteelly nudge me with their foot.

I open my eyes against the bright sun squinting as the light instantly blinds me. I begin to sit up as I remember the events that lead to me collapsing on the sand. Subconsciously I raise my shaky hand to my pounding head.

"Here take this" the young man hands me a bottle of water. He looks no older than 19. "I'm called Max by the way."

I take the bottle of water and struggle to get the lid of I hate myself for being so weak. I start to get angry as I realise how useless I am. Max notices my distress, takes the bottle and easily removes the lid, handing it back he smiles at me.

After returning the smile with my own rather failed attempt I down half of the bottle before trying to stand but falling back down again.

"Woah" Max half shouts as he catches me. "You sure you're okay?"

I look at the ground nodding my head silently. I look at the silver watch upon his skinny tan wrist. It's times like this I wish I did speak. As if he could tell what I was asking he raises his wrist to show me the illuminated clock screen. Clap it is 5:30 and I have to be back by six. I jump out of Max's arm and run from the crowded beach.

*time skip because I'm too lazy*

I burst through the door looking up at the clock, I tilt my head back to allow oxygen to fill my deprived lungs. I feel disgusting as sweat drips down my face, my knees weak, my mind spinning. Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, I begin walking up the steps my breathing has finally regulated.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabs my shoulders. I lose my footing and slam to the floor. Badly hitting my head a searing pain shots through my brain.

"You're late"

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Okay so thanks to the maths situation this is where it has to end sorry