Confidential love

2

Amy's Pov

It has been a month of being in this hell but, at least it wasn't as bad as "home". Mom's drinking has gotten worse, which means her words have gotten worse. I changed into my uniform then put a tissue on my arm, I learn how to cover the cuts on my arm with make-up a long time ago. Once the tissue was the color of my skin I fixed my hair into a ponytail. It was chilly outside, so I put on knee-high socks then the shoes they gave us. I just wish the skirt was a little longer. I feel exposed.

"Amy! You're going to be late!" My mom screamed from the steps.

"On my way!"

I grabbed my book bag stuffing all of my homework into the bag. I walked down the steps.

"Here, have a muffin." My mom handed me a half-eaten cupcake. "Now get the fuck out of my house. I have shit to do."

I smiled at her as I took it then left. When I got a few blocks away I threw the cupcake away, looks like I am not eating breakfast today.

"Miss. Nelson, do you like getting to class extremely early?" Mr. F asked me walking over to me.

"Yep."

"Come on." He smiled as he held the door open for me.

"Thank you."

We went into his room and I sat in my seat.

"How are you today?" He asked sitting at his desk.

"I am okay, how about you?"

"Well, just found out that we have a new student starting today."

"Great, if he is a jock then there is another person to stay away from."

"How has that been?"

"Gary is too worried about chasing Jessica's skirt and I stay away from Stacy if I can. She can follow me into the girl's room, unlike the guys."

"I don't understand her."

"I try not to, I don't what to lose brain cells thinking like her."

He let out a little chuckle.

"Well, from the looks of his transcript, he is not a jock."

"Yay! One less person to worry about."

"If you can, head this way when they do. That way I can catch them."

"Thanks, but it normally in the stairwell."

"I can make a few pop-ups, also I can get a few other teachers to roam the stairs."

"Please, don't do that. It will only make it worse."

His eyes soften.

"I will be in the stairwell, they can seriously hurt you."

"Question, why do you care about me?"

He looked shocked.

"You are human, everyone needs to be cared about."

"My parents don't care about me; my mom gave me a half-eaten cupcake for breakfast and told me to get the fuck out of her house. Dad moved overseas and hasn't called or even sent me a stupid birthday card since I was like 8. Every friend I get turns on me and tells everyone my personal life and how fucked up my life is. But not one of them gives two shits about me and will rather have me suffer in hell because that's the cool thing to do. And I know what you are thinking, get a job and move out. I can't, every job I have had mom finds a way to get me fired and every time I get a penny she takes it and spends it on beer or drugs. I am fucked. That is why I need to get a full ride to college so I can get away from my mom." I said all of that in about three breaths.