Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 10:
Butterflies
Stepping off of the bus, I wrap my cardigan around me a little tighter, trying to stay warm on this cool, dewy spring morning.
Today, it had taken me forever to choose an outfit. I wanted to look strong and carefree. However, I'd stayed up way too late talking to Sophie, so something comfy was preferable.
I settled on a grey, flowy crop top with black jeans, finished off with a huge grey cardigan which also doubled as a blanket.
The flowers are blossoming, starting their new life. When you think about it, flowers get a fresh start every spring. Humans, on the other hand, continuously carry on, continually living with the mistakes they've made.
How I would love to live simply, much like a flower does.
"Lola?" Sophie questions, stealing me from my daydream.
"Huh?" I question back, not listening to what she has previously said.
"I said, I'll see you at lunch." She laughs.
I wish her goodbye and continue to walk to my locker before the first period.
My aim for today is to avoid Zac at all costs, yet I know this is unrealistic, especially considering we sit at the same table at lunch.
After my text to Sophie, she went into meltdown mode with me. I told her about everything that had happened at the firework display and that he'd driven me home. She wanted to know every detail of the conversation that went down. I had to convince her not to drive herself to Zac's house to scream at him.
In all honesty, though, last night would've been a lot tougher without Sophie. She spoke to me from the minute I texted her until 1 am. She wouldn't let me go to sleep until she'd somewhat cheered me up.
Opening the door to my locker, I pick up the books I need for my first few periods. Luckily I don't have french today which means no chance of an awkward hour spent with Zac.
Turning to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I sigh.
How have I been here for just over two weeks and I'm already falling for boys and aiding a hurting heart.
You can do this Lola.
Taking in a deep breath, I straighten my back, readjusting the messy bun on the top of my head.
I need a new plan. A new plan of how to live life here at Oakmore, no more time can be wasted on stupid boys. I am here for a fresh start, and I will not fall into any old traps again. I need something that makes me who I am because I don't want to be known as the new girl anymore and more importantly, the girl who Zac rejected.
It's time to reinvent myself, a second fresh start and this time there's no looking back. As my mum said, I am a Haywell, and no one can take that away from me.
