Letters To NoWhere

👻~Chapter one~👻

Claire stared out her school window and sighed slightly. She wanted time get out but school wasn't over for another hour. Claire watched the rain drops hit the window of her school.
The blonde female glanced at the teacher infront of the classroom, they were busy to see her so she zoned out. She could hear thoughts of everyone around her and it gave her a headache. So she did what she knew best. Daydream
"Ms.Summers?"
Claire's mind drifted to the Prophet. A man everyone knew to fear. You'd be considered insane if you didn't. He watches everyone and takes out those who do wrong.
"Ms. summers"
Claire knew that if her mother disappeared he'd know where she went...
"Claire Summers!"
A ruler slammed on her desk with bang and Claire jumped looking at her teacher.
"That's the fifth time this week ms.Summer! I've had enough! Stay after to class and we will chat!" Her teacher, Mrs. Everdean snapped. Claire nodded her cheeks heating red
"It won't happen again Mrs. Everdean"

"I hope not Miss Summers" she says and walks back up to the front of the room and continues their lesson. Claire kept her head down slightly and heard others whispering about her. She couldn't take it and closed her eyes needing to clear her head but she couldn't everyone's thoughts were too loud. Claire clenched her fist and felt her metal bracelet close around her wrist. It began to dig into her skin and she felt it stab beneath her skin, feeling the sharp pain and gasped softly. Claires blue eyes found a green chalk board covered in cursive writing about a book they were reading. "Moby Dick"
A classic she knew well. She bad her own copy as it was all her mother left for her. The young females eyes found the clock and she smiled thinking
' Yes a 10 more minutes.... shit I have to stay after...' and she frowned.

By the time class was over she was exhausted and wanted to go home. She sighed as she gathered her things and walked up to her teachers desk.

"Claire are you sure everything is okay at home?" The women asked looking up concern in her hazel eyes. Claire simply nodded and Mrs. Everdean stood up hugging the blonde. "I worry about you sometimes Claire.... be safe" she says

Claire hugged the women back and smiled "I will Mrs. Everdean." The women smiled and sent the young female out into the busy hall since it was lunch. Claire went to her locker putting her things away and walked down to the lunch room and saw Ace Lebeau. Ace lebeau was the son of Remy Lebeau. The man who took care of her ever since they left the Brotherhood Mansion. Claire hated him but they were dating. They had been dating since the summer of fresh men year.  Ace has been an asshole lately though. Claire knows he's cheating with other hoes who can't keep there hands off of a bad boy like Ace. Claire scoffed at the thought and went to go get her lunch from counter. Claire hated lunch there but.... she didn't really have a choice. She sat down at her regular table and poked at her food. Claire felt the seat next to her move as someone sat down.
"Hey Baby" a husky voice slurred. The voice and it's owner smelled of alcohol. It took everything in Claire not to gag. How could the teachers stand the smell of him.
"Hi Ace" she says bitterly to him. She felt him shift in his seat and his posture change bringing a slight smile to her face.
"Claire what's wrong?" He asked as if he didn't know already.
Claire rolled her eyes ignoring him and got putting her tray away and walked out feeling Ace behind her.
"Claire I'm talking to you!" He snapped.

"Yeah well I don't want to talk to you" she says smartly and continues walking outside away from the building and lit a cigarette. She took a drag of it and let the red embers become her stress reliever till tonight.
"Im so glad it's Friday" the blonde mutters smoking her cigarette and smiled seeing her best show up
"Well isn't Matthew Knox?" She asked smartly earning herself a smirk and a reply
"Yes it is summers got an issue?" And Claire lit another cigarette for him and smoked hers letting her stress and anger drift off like the smoke from her cigarette.