So I am back at it again food hanging out of my mouth and being late for everything. I ran out to my friend Becca's car. Her mum in the drivers seat and her sitting in the back waiting patientely for me to join her. I love that about Becca because I am always late and she is just so patient thats why we fit perfect together like my dads breakfst baps. "Hi Fizz" my best friend greats me.
"Hi Becca"I say through the last mouthful of my bap. She laughs as I struggle to speak. I put my hand on my heart and fake offence.
"Seatbelt" Beccas mum reminds me and I scramble to put it on.
"Happy Birthday by the way" becca said cherfully and I smile in response. "also you know that hoodie is not a part of the school uniform" Becca continued and I made hand pupets as a mock jesture. "you cant wear that in school!" she continued. I might not have a mum but Becca is the next best thing.
"but my dad got me it for my birthday" I whined and she responded with her glare. I rolled my eyes as we pulled up to school.
"have a nice day girls and happy birthday Fiza" Beccas mum yelled after us as we made our way into the building of doom.
Becca lead me to her locker which ment her backup school jumper. he held out her hand for my hoodie and I reluntely gave it to her and she handed me her backup school jumper. Thus trapping my new hoodie in her Locker. "you will get this back at the end of the day but in the mean time dont destroy the jumper like the last time" I remembered the food war in the canteen as I said "maybe you should stop giving me your jumper and just let me get into trouble if I get caught that is." I said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and tutted in response. I only chuckled as she repreminded me.
"you get in enough trouble so when I can help I like to try considering you are so close to being expelled." she wagged her finger at me.
"I know, I know" I wave her statement off.
"your only in first year and your so close to being kicked out. I mean how is that even possible?"
I shrugg in response "I don't know, trouble follows me, its not my fault" I fake a pain in my chest as I grab my chest for dramativ effect.
"ughh" was Beccas only response and I chuckled in response.
The bell rang which ment we were late and Becca panicked and grabbed my arm dragging me down the corridoor toward form class. once we got there I heard my name be called on the register "here" I reply with a smirk and the teacher tuts and eye roles and Becca scrambles for excuses.
"It is okay Rebecca I know it was Fiza's fault" the teacher says with a taste of spite in her tone. Becca trys to defend me but i dont need it so I put my hand on her shoulder to silence her. she gets the messege and takes her seat and I take mine. We dont sit next to eachother because Becca is eager to learn where as I already know it all so I sit at the back and she sits at the front. we are okay with this arengement and dont mind it as we have other friends. Becca doesnt like talking in class so avoids sitting anywhere near her friends and I hate talking altogether.
The class goes on and I zone out and go to Fiza's fantasy fairytail. This is a place only I can access because it is in my brain and is filled with imagination and adventure. It's my secret escape place. I normally use it to stop thinking about my mum but in this world I still have my mum. I wish I did really have her. It's my fault she is gone. If I hadn't been born she would still be alive. Dad says it was the cancer but I know the truth. It is my fault. I got up and walked out of class and no one said anything they are used to my outbursts.
I got to the bathroom and immediately started punching things until my hands were raw. I don't know how long I was in there but I wasn't planing on going back to class. So I went down to the office to get my hands checked out. They bandaged me up and I talked them into sending me home because now I can't write. My dad came in to pick me up but didn't say anything. He was hurting today too. He understood but he took my Phone off me which is only fare. We went to her grave and I vomited all over it and sobbed.
I attemted to clean it up between the tears but only made it worse and my dad picked me up into a hug and held me until I calmed down. He took me back to the car and drove me home. When we got to the house I went straight up to my room and lay on my bed to let out a few more tears.
It's my fault.
AN//
So that was a depressing part hopefully it gets better but..... it most likely won't
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Fiza's Fight
General FictionThis is a story about a daughter and her father who would sacrifice everything for her. This is about a father watching his princess be sick and go in and out of hosptals. This is a story about heartbreak and disapointment. I am telling you now if...
