Hurt || 5H

eight

It's Monday, I haven't had much sleep these past few days considering I have been in the basement. I finally get to leave the basement. Wincing at how bright it was outside of the basement I quickly jump into the shower.

After getting ready for school my phone buzzed. Another notification. This time, it was from Camila.

"Wanna ride?"

I quickly reply.

'I'm good, you don't need to waste gas on me.'

"Don't be silly, be there in five."

I roll my eyes, they're all stubborn. I walk outside and see Camila and Dinah pulling up.

I awkwardly climbed into the car.

"You nervous Brooke?" Dinah asked looking back into to back seat.

"Yeah." I'm always nervous.

"That's alright, sophomore year is pretty fun."

We pull up to the school gates and Camila parked her car. I quickly say thank you and hurry off before I cause them more embarrassment.

I get inside the building to see everyone running to friends talking about how they didn't just see each other two days prior. I hurry and get my schedule from the front desk before the rush comes along.

My first hour was downstairs which is easy to get to than going upstairs and back down again. Oh yeah, that's right, my second hour is also downstairs.

My first and second-hour teachers are very nice. I'm excited to what we're learning this year.

The day has gone smoothly so far, my anxiousness started to pick up realizing that I have to go to English next.

I wasn't the first person in class but I wasn't the last either. He wasn't in class, not surprised though. His class is the only one I have a seating chart in. Of course, I'm close to the front. I checked the table groups and sat where I was supposed to be.

The rest of the class comes in before the bell rings. Everyone crowded in front to find where they sit. Camila was a table group away I secretly celebrate in my mind that she wasn't in the same group.

Finally, the bell rang and Mr. Finch finally came in. Everyone stopped talking and faced toward the front.

"Hello, class! I'm Mr. Finch." He started, scanning his eyes to find me. He started to go on but I couldn't focus on what he was saying until a classmate nudged me.

"And so now we are going to introduce ourselves, by saying what we like, and what we hate. Let's start with Kianna ending with Brooklyn."

I roll my eyes.

"I'm Kianna and I love to sing anywhere I basically go. What I hate is weekend homework." She said with ease.

Halfway through, I start to get more nervous about how close we are to me.

"I'm Brody and I like to play on the football team. I dislike carrots, they're just gross."

Camila spotted me and waved her hand silently to me. I pretended to not see her.

"Brooklyn," Mr. Finch said clearing his throat. "Your turn."

"M-my n-name is Brooklyn," I lowly stutter.

"Speak up."

"A-and I l-like to do p-pom." I start to tear up from everyone staring at me.

"I-i don't disl-like annyt-thing."

He went over the rules and gave us the rest of the time to chat amongst ourselves. Camila started to come over to my desk and sat down. Before she had the time to speak, the teacher called me up. I start to get nervous.

"You better not of told anyone." He muttered to me with cold eyes.

I shook my head no.

"Stay after class."

I didn't respond and went back to my seat.

"What was he talking about?" She mumbled.

"N-nothing."

"Hm, anyways, want a ride after school?" Camila asked.

"Can't, I have to stay after class."

"Then I'll wait." She stubbornly spoke.

I felt the teachers eyes burning a hole on the back of my head.

The bell rang ten minutes later and everyone but Camila and I were pooling out of the classroom, excited for outside of school plans.

"Camila, you can go." Mr. Finch spoke.

"I'm good. I'm her ride."

He just heavily sighed.

"You are to stay for a tutoring lesson tomorrow if you don't show up, I will make sure to fail you. Got that?" He muttered to me. I just nod to scared to speak.

Camila and I headed out not speaking a word to each other. But, Camila was the one to start the conversation.

"We will pick you up tomorrow so be ready," I nod.

We arrive home and I come back to an empty house, not surprised though. They started leaving me at home since I was six. They would come stumbling home around midnight. Nothing really changed but the hours they would come back.

Hearing them come in at around three am was a shocker. They were usually never out that late. Even though they are rude to me, I still worry and care about them.

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