Duele-the spanish word for 'hurt'
Diane's pov
I saw the police, and everyone else in the living room. Everyone else was sitting in a chair or sofa, and two police officers were the only ones standing, I inspected them, seeing them as authentic. "Are you Diane Moore?" I nodded. Everyone was here. Even him. He was in cuffs. One of the officers escorted me outside and asked me questions of the incident.
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The result? Aunt Anne and 'Uncle' Ben and my two cousins had to leave. But they gave Ben a court order to not go near me or it will result in arrest. What they gave me? A restraining order!!! They gave me a paper and him a paper for us to not go near each other and boy, did that ever start another mix up. Then for the rest of the day, it was quiet, and comfort....and I forgot to take my medication ...again.
Tuesday
School
SpeechWe was given an assignment to write a speech in on why do we think America needs better eating habits and do we think America should or should not eat healthier.
I was at first writing fast, normal, then slow. The image haunted me. I couldn't get it out of my mind, knowing what just happened so fast only happened yesterday, still fresh. I couldn't focus anymore- just writing, misspelling words while in deep thought, ignoring the loud talking of the classroom.
"Diane" "What?" I kept my eyes on my paper feeling Travis' worries already reaching for me.
"Look at me"
"No"
"..."
"...I just have a lot on my mind at the moment" I looked over at his paper and him, seeing nothing on it. I couldn't focus anymore.
I stayed out the rest of the week.
I couldn't focus. I can't focus.
Just when I thought everything was going okay, I instantly crashed again. I was slowly slipping into the hole I once was in almost 2 years ago again.It was something no one would want to go through. Almost failing, because of something that I couldn't get over. I decided for that week to study more astronomy, it was the only thing to keep me sane. I never went out, I stayed in the bed. I didn't care about what was going on outside anymore. I kept my phone off. I lost my appetite.
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Saturday
"Diane, your grandpa and I are going shopping at the grocery store, do you need anything?"
"No thanks..." I mumble. "...Well if you need anything just call us. Let no body in the house- just pretend you're not at home. You know what to do. If you want a friend over then that's different, got it?" gramma smiles, covering the worry on my face. "Okay..." I slide out to of the bed and follow behind them to the door, "See you guys later..." "Bye sweet pea, see you in an hour or two" I close and lock the door. I yawn, being this the most I've ever walked since my hibernation. I looked at my reflection in some shiny objects and noticed my slightly messy hair.
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