A/N This is just a quick Authors Note to tell you that I only just realised that I was calling her art teacher her Principle for a bit in the story but I have changed it and his name is Mr Calevier. You may find out his real name further on but you will have to read on to find out ;) There will be an A/N at the bottom as well! SO PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM!! P.S Dedicated to MatthewCViles because he said I inspired him and gave me my first dedication :D Thanks dude
My day of work was similar to all the others. I served people while my co-worker Julie talked for me and did the menial tasks. I knew that Julie only worked here so she could get a discount on the drugs that Dave sold as her father was a druggie but I never judged. How could I, mine was no better. His drug being alcohol. As the day progressed my eyes and smile began to droop.
As the last customer left the shop with a ding from the door I finished putting away the stock in the back and headed back to the front to clock out. Grabbing my things from my locker and getting my weeks’ pay, I left the store. Putting my money in my wallet I thought about how I was going to make it to the grocery store and back home again before dark but knew the chances of that happening were slim as the sky was already starting to darken.
Walking to the store I saw that it had 30 minutes till closing time and walked faster to my destination. It seemed they were closing early today. Grabbing a cart, I started my shop with only $200 in my pocket and had to feed myself and my dad’s visitors who would probably eat a great deal more than me. As I was thinking of my dad's friends I thought about Mr Calevier and his brothers. He seemed nice enough but looks could be deceiving, I knew that from experience.
Filling up my cart I got to the express lane and checked out my stuff, paying the man the right amount. I saw that I had only 20 dollars change and thought that this would have to last me for the week. Picking up my bags with effort I knew no one would help me. Everyone knew about me, the dumb girl, the mute girl, that was me. I adjusted the bags on my arms and headed home in the dark.
Keeping to the light and away from the alleys I headed home in hope for a peaceful night. Walking through this part of town was always dangerous, especially for me, but I was used to it as I did it every night. Walking up my pavement I sighed in relief and stood on my porch setting down my bags and digging in my bag for my keys I was surprised when the door opened in front of me.
Staring at the door in shock, I picked up my bags and slowly walked into the house, expecting someone to come out with a chopping knife ready to hack me up. I was surprised when I got to the living room and found my new art teacher and 4 other men on my couch, comfortably watching the t.v as if they owned the place. I thought they weren’t coming until tomorrow.
My confusion must of shown on my face because Mr Calevier stood up abruptly and brought the attention of the other men to me. I shot Mr Calevier a confused look as if to ask what was going on and he went up to me, taking the bags of out of my hands he gave them to one of the boys and told him to take it to the kitchen. I was confused with the act of kindness and looked at him warily as if he was going to double cross me as soon as he got the chance.
I shook my head at him and walked into the kitchen, taking the bags back I put them where they went. Finishing that up I went back out to the lounge room and sat on the edge of the lounge, far away from the others, with my hands in my lap and looking at my feet. I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Mr Calevier with his hand on my shoulder and a notepad and pen in the other. Obviously he wanted me to communicate with that.
Taking the pen and paper from him I set it in my lap and flipped it open to the first page. Quickly scribbling down what I wanted to say I showed it to them.
