Maria

Chapter 4

Lola

English is my worst subject, maths is my best- the exact opposite of Maria. I also hate English because I have to sit next to my old best friend who has since turned sour because of my friendship with the silent girl. Everyday she makes these stupid comments about me, today it was:

"Careful Lola a cat caught her tongue, it'll come for your's next." Tabby whispered maliciously.

Tabby was my first friend at the orphanage, she guided me through my first few weeks and somehow after that we became best friends. She guided me into a friendship group that was large and dramatic but she didn't think that mattered because she was popular- we both were. It's stupid and petty to care about something as insignificant as popularity when you have become an orphan; I always thought popularity was an insecurity project. I would always try to avoid the big group but one day I had finally decided to suck it up and hang out with them when I heard them talking about me behind my back.

"She's been really distant recently, I'm not sure why, I don't think she's used to actually having friends." I knew that voice,  it was the girl who had helped me though everything, who had seemed so nice and gentle at first - Tabby.

"Yeah, I heard she didn't really have many friends in her previous schools and that she was a nerd who stuck her face in books all the time- no wonder she smells all musty and old." the whole group burst into a fit of laughter, the type of spiteful hysterics that makes you feel powerful and ruthless. 

"what a loser." exclaimed Tabby.

I decided that I couldn't take it anymore so I came out of my hiding place and confronted them with a face that meant I had heard everything. Stupidly, Tabby decided to play dumb:

"Oh hey Lola, how's it going we were just talking about you- all good things don't worry." she said with a nervous laugh.

I gave her a look of disgust and hurt before sauntering off. She tried to run after me but another girl stopped her.

I barely made it to the bathroom before heaving out a cacophony of sobs. That's when I realised that they were the ones who weren't worth it and that I was kidding myself all along by thinking I fit in. I was that one jigsaw piece that that wouldn't fit anywhere no matter how hard you shoved it into the framework. That was the day I sat with Maria.

In English we were studying Charles Dickens, there is nothing more tedious than reading 'A Christmas Carol' in July. Charles Dickens is a really famous writer but he can't be that famous because I hadn't even heard of him before this year, even though I did read a lot before my parents passed away I had never encountered one of his books before- thank God! The only thing I like in English is the poetry; poetry is a source of power that opens eyes and feeds minds- it is an amazing mix of words that just rolls off your tongue. Sadly, many people wouldn't know good poetry if it bit them on backside.

"Lola Martens, can you please explain to us what this paragraph means?" shrieked the shrill voice of Ms Jones. 

That's how the rest of the lesson went, us reading the monotonous pages of 'A Christmas Carol'  and trying to pick apart the meanings, Maria didn't mouth a single word- of course.

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That was quite a long chapter and I'm sorry if it's getting boring for you, If you have any ideas for the story, please comment below although I do have some plot twists coming up. Also, sorry if you yourselves love Charles Dickens- i didn't mean to offend anyone ;)