Misleading- Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 3

The next day when I woke up from a hazy dream, I tumbled out of bed, still half asleep. If the world was ever to turn upside down, that's what it would feel like. When I wake up, I feel like my eyelid is like taped to under my eyebrow, and my eyes always feel uneven for some reason.

I put on my bleach white Hollister shirt and my dark denim jeans that nearly covered my light blue denim-ish vans. I ran downstairs to get breakfast.

"Hon, you know Mia can't leave? She's not ready", I heard my mom say.

I stopped at the wall before the stairs were departed. I hid behind the wall, trying to eavesdrop my parents. Many times had I have to do this. When I was 9, I found out my parents were planning a surprise party, and I hid on the stair well, too.

"But Allison, this is a huge opportunity we can't just give up because of Mia", I heard my dad say.

"But you know how hard it would be to say goodbye to her friends", my mom insisted. What friends?, I thought.

At that moment I decided the walk down the stairs. I looked at my parents, and by the looks of their concerned faces I could tell they knew I heard the whole thing. My mom just stared at me, like I was some Phoenix planning on murdering the both of them. I made a confused noise and gesture and my mom stood up and stood in front of me.

"Honey, you know your father has been trying so hard to get into the job and", my mom started, looking back at my dad, confirming what she said to him.

"And he got the job.. which means that in less than a month, we will be moving to Connecticut", my mom added.

WHAT THE SHIT?! WHY THE FUCK AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR THIS DUMB ASS JOB? I wanted to scream at my parents, but that would only make matters worse. Connecticut? Of all the damn places, we choose the job in Connecticut?! How the hell am I supposed to tell Shane that 'oh in a month I'm leaving you okay bye'. And no, I can't do a long distance relationship. I can't hold Shane over like that.

"What?", I peeped. At that moment I realized I had sounded like an innocent 10 year old girl.

"Sweetheart, the boxes are in the garage.. I would start packing after school if I were you", my mom said.

What the hell. Oh yea, whatever, when I am in so much damn anger, just go send me to pack my things so I can rush the fact that in a month I would be in a snowy state called Connecticut. What the shit? I don't even want to live anymore.

I still had school, however. Today may be even worse than yesterday when my heart suddenly and abruptly shattered so quick. I was excited to leave Oliver, Ian, Alex, and all the other fakes, but Shane was going to be the death of me. Saying goodbye to him could only be the way for a girl to die internally.

I had my breakfast and then did my makeup. People always accuse me of wearing 'too much makeup' but like to be honest they can just fuck off because it's my face and I wear it to make myself feel less ugly as shit. Besides, all I even wear is eyeliner, mascara, and foundation for when I break out red dots on my face.

I went on the bus, and sat in the only empty seat left on the bus. I noticed the seat had a bright pink neon index card that said:

WHO EVER SITS HERE IS A DUMB ASS GAY LOSER WITH NO LIFE AND SUCKS ASS. LET EVERYONE TALK SHIT ABOUT THEM!!!

I saw what was happening. It was an evil torchor device created by satan himself. All the kids looked at me, waiting to see me sit down in the seat that was label me as nothing but shit. The bus driver impatiently waited for me to sit down, ready to yell at me for not sitting. Literally all the seats were crammed and taken up. Some had 3 people, just to avoid the seat. I had no choice but to sit, before the bus driver got really pissed.

A wave of laughter arose from the students. Even Alex, yet another reason why I won't miss him. Everyone began chanting "GAY ASS LOSER" on the bus. The bus driver didn't even give a shit. I wanted to cry, but that would only give them power, so I just turned on my phone and listened to Green Day. Multiple people tried their best to call my name and make fun of me, but I was in a whole 'nother world.

When the bus got to Arkford, I groaned and got out of my seat. I walked down the bus, when someone tripped me and I fell face flat on the nasty ass bus floor. I felt all the kids just stomp over me, mumbling names cruel to the heart. I tried my best to get up, and I did. I had so much trash and shit in my hair.

It was obvious the bus driver didn't give a damn about me. I dusted off my hair as well as I could, and I proceeded to math class, again , where I would get an extra hour of sleep.

When I got to math class, I was on time, and I showed Mr. Evans my agenda, to confirm my parents saw the misdemeanor with a signature, but honestly, I just forged the signature. It's not illegal, I hope. I plopped myself in the blue medal chair and pulled out my homework from the previous night.

Mid class, the teacher called on me. I was not focusing. I was too busy being focused on my drawing of a girl with a heart doodle on her half shirt, with her long cute jeans and a smile. I quickly turned the paper over when Mr. Evans came over to my desk, and started writing random ass math equations to make it look like I was working.

"Uhm", I started. I stared at the board. Soup. It was number soup. It all jumped around in my head, and I couldn't focus my head on one answer. I tried my hardest to remember the answer formula. I couldn't... So, I was forced to resort to the most embarrassing and risky option, guessing.

"It's a trick question. The linear graph is sideways, making it parallel. The answer is C", I guessed.

"Great answer, Mia", he said, walking towards me. Wow, I actually got it right. He leaned down so he made eye contact with me, "unfortunately we are learning about percent of increase".

A wave of laughs and chants once again arose from the students.