The Decision || h.s.

Chapter 36: School

Chapter 36: School

POV: Snow

Harry leaving me was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.

I’ve been okay knowing that he was around. He was always there to help me and keep me grounded and sane. He was always reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. He is my rock, but now he’s leaving.

I know that it’s his job, but that doesn’t make his departure hurt any less. I’m going to miss his stupid little scrapbook that he’s keeping. He insists that I keep updating it while he’s gone. I’m going to miss sharing a bed at night. I’m going to miss having someone to try all my weird cravings with. I’m going to miss having someone who cared for me as much as Harry did around, but he’ll be back.

We’ll skype and stuff while he’s gone too. It’s not like we won’t ever see each other ever again and that’s what is keeping me going. Just knowing that Harry is still around and supporting my decision no matter what is good enough for me.

Zayn and Perrie’s departure was pretty sad too. Zayn had to leave with Harry, an hour before Perrie’s flight since she’s going to New York. It has something to do with her band and a signing. I can’t remember the details exactly, but it was a sorrowful goodbye so early in the morning.

Now I’m sitting in class, waiting for lunch time to role around so Alee and I can go talk to the principal. I’ve decided that it’s time to tell an adult that I’m pregnant, but I don’t want to do it alone.

“Snow? Are you even paying attention?” Mr. Green asks. He knows that I’m going through a lot right now, but even I admit that I’m getting a bit ridiculous. I really need to focus, but it’s just so damn hard.

“Yes,” I say, nearly lying. I look at the screen, hoping that it’ll give me some inside knowledge about what he might be teaching.

“What was I just talking about then?” he asks. I sigh, looking at the board.

“Different forms of terrorism?” I wildly guess, knowing that that strangely enough was one of his favorite topics. I honestly wonder if terrorism happened so far back in the world that a history teacher would have to teach about it.

“Lucky guess. Stay after class,” he says and I groan, leaning back in my seat as a few snickers could be heard around me. If only they knew what was going on.

Ring.

At the sound of the bell, everybody rushes out of the classroom, well, everyone but Alee and I. I just slowly pack my things away and head over to his desk, sitting down in a chair in front of it. He walks over, taking a seat across from me and just sighs, staring at me.

“Okay, what’s going on? You used to be such a bright girl acing all of your tests and answering questions. Now you can’t even focus long enough on the board to make an opinion of your own about the subject. I don’t see you write notes anymore. Is everything okay?” he asks me and I just look away, a bit shy.

“I just have a lot going on Mr. Green, that’s all,” I tell him.

“Well do you think that this stuff you have going on is going to disappear soon? You have a very important test coming up that could help with college offers and things like that. I don’t want you failing. You have so much potential,” he continues and Alee walks over to me, gripping my shoulder. She knows how much that must’ve stung to me. I know that I’m good, but I don’t really have an option now, do I?

“I think we should get going Mr. Green. We have things to do,” Alee says, dragging me out of the room without waiting for his response. I’m glad to be free and I’m glad that she saved me.

“Are you sure that you want to talk to the principal? We don’t have to,” Alee asks me, making me stop to look at her.

“Yeah. I’m starting to show really bad so I need other options. I don’t want to be around when people know. I don’t want the judgmental stares,” I tell her and she nods. She then links her arm in mine, walking with me to the principal’s office. We tell the assistants that we need to see him and they oblige, telling us that he isn’t busy right now.

“Hello girls. How may I help you guys today?” he asks as we take a seat.

“Well uh. We wanted to know options on how to keep Snow here in school, but not in school with the other kids,” Alee says, speaking to him.

“What do you mean? Why would you like that?” he asks obviously confused.

“I made a mistake and I’m pregnant. I don’t want to leave school. I like learning and I want to have a good future, but I don’t want to deal with the immature teens here. I’m taking responsibility for my actions,” I speak up, watching his surprised gaze. I was always one of those girls that weren’t exactly invisible, but definitely not noticed. I can see how this would be a bit alarming to him.

“Well I’m pleased with how you seem to be handling this. We have a couple of options here, you could do tutoring, home schooling, or even online schooling,” he tells us, the thought of home schooling making me a tad bit sick.

“How does the tutoring work?” I ask.

“Well, you could either come in after hours and meet with teachers or these teachers could go to your house after school for lessons,” he explains to us.

“I think that I would like to try and do the option where I come in after hours,” I tell him. I don’t like the idea of teachers know where I live.

“Okay. I’ll have a talk with all of your specific teachers and explain the situation. You’ll have to come in around 3;30 every day and each day you’ll have an hour and a half lesson on one of your subjects,” he tells me.

“Thank you,” I say, wanting to cry in happiness. This is all going to work out. Harry was right.

“It’s Miss Jackson, right?” he asks to confirm. I nod at him.

“Alright. Consider it done. Head to your first period tomorrow at 3:30. I hope you ladies have a nice day,” he says and excuses us from his office. We leave and look around the hallway, seeing students running around and laughing over nothing. I almost wish I could be that carefree again.

“Wanna just ditch? There’s only one class left and you’re pretty much excused for the rest of the year,” Alee says as we walk down the crowded halls.

“Yeah. We have to turn in job applications anyway,” I tell her.

“You really shouldn’t, but I see where you are coming from so I’ll support your decision,” she says.

Alee is legitimately this best friend I could ask for. She know that she doesn’t know everything yet she still supports me and whatever I decide. She trusts me and that’s what I need right now. I need somebody to stay with me through my problems instead of leaving me when things get a little rough like Madelyne did.