save me

chapter one

The usually quiet classroom is now filled with loud talking about the boy who is supposed to start in our class today, everyone has been talking about the new boy since our homeroom teacher told us about him.
The boys talk about what football team they think he likes and the girls talk about whether they think he will be cute or not, well all of them except me.
I actually do not care, he would probably not want to be friends with me either way. No one does.
I hear the door squeaking and in comes Alice, our actually very young teacher, with a boy behind her. He has dark brown hair, a little wavy and he is at the moment wearing a grey beanie. They walk up to the front of the classroom and Alice starts talking
"Hi everyone, this is Charlie. I hope you all will take care of him so that he feels welcome."
She pauses for a moment and she points with her finger at an empty chair next to a girl named Rowan. "you can sit there"
He nods and then goes to sit at his assigned seat.
When he sits down Alice starts talking about what we will do during the class but I just fall into my own world and start drawing on a piece of paper.

A moment goes and I do not notice that Alice has called my name until she stands in front of my desk and sighs. "Grace, do you know the answer to my question?" she asks me.
"I am sorry but I happened to end up in my own world so I, unfortunately, did not hear what you said. I am sorry" I decided to be honest and luckily she knows that I very easily start thinking about other things and therefore do not hear so she asks me the question I did not hear again.
"What is the answer to task 9?"
I look at the whiteboard and I see the task and since it was very easy I did not have to think about it for too long.
"453" I answer and she nods and then she goes back to the front of the classroom and resumes with the class.

The rest of the day goes on slowly compared to the first class but when the bells actually ring people basically jump out of their chairs to go home, that is what everybody wants, right?
My legs take me to my locker and I pull out my jacket before I close it again.
I go out to the parking lot and I see the blue ford focus parked with my dad in it, I open the door and my dad smiles. "did you have a good day?" I simply nod and then I put on the safety belt and he starts talking about what he did at work. That is how it usually goes when he is driving me home from school, first the obligatory question about how my day was or something similar and then he just rambles on about his day for the rest of the car ride.

We drive by a field of beautiful flowers and I can't help but take a photograph of them, they are so pretty.
I quickly jump out of the car when it has stopped and I take out my keychain from my pocket and unlock the door with my dad behind me.
"Hi, we are home" my dad yells and just a moment afterwards my little brother Isaac comes to the hallway with our dog Jumbo right behind him.

We are six in our family, well seven if you count Jumbo. My mother is called Elizabeth and she is 47, my dad is 48 years old and his name is Peter. I have an older sister named Faith, she is 19 years old, there's me, Grace. I am 17 years old. After me we have Hope and she is 13 years old and last but not least we have Isaac, he is 10 years old.

Isaac runs up to me and gives me a long hug before he goes back to what I guess is the television since I am hearing voices from the living room.
I hang my jacket on a hanger in the wardrobe and put my shoes on the shoe rack underneath the hangers.
"Dad can we go to church today? We haven't been for a really long time" I ask him that because my feelings of guilt took over as the christian I am, actually if I'm being honest I do not believe in god as much as maybe my grandparents do but I still like going to church at least to look at the beautiful windows and such things.

"sure honey"