𝓝𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 - 𝓡𝓙𝓑

4

Hannah's pov
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Just like every morning, I get up at 6:45 am to be in school by 8 o clock. I check my phone straight away and just like normal I have no messages or notifications or anything like that.

I get ready have breakfast and do all the usuals, finally I go to meet Sophie on the corner, 'morning girl!' I say hoping in her car 'heya gorgeous' she smiles lovingly back at me 'I have THREE lessons with Bibby today' I sigh sadly 'listen! You'll be fine, I promise' she pats my thigh friendly and I grab her hand.

As she parks up I grab my backpack while she grabs her £25 hand bag from the boot and flings it carefully over her right shoulder while I fling mine carelessly over my left 'hey, cheer up yeah' she smiles at me 'how can I cheer up?' My heart filled with sadness 'just forget about him' I shake my head 'that's easier said that done Sophie, you know that' we both go our separate ways to our first lesson.

I walk in rushing to my seat at the side of the classroom by the window 'morning Hannah' miss Scott says politely to me 'morning miss' I reply back with less enthusiasm. The bell rings.

I slouch in my seat just as the door flings open banging on the wall 'mr Bibby you're late!' The teacher says sternly 'sorry! I was in the toilet' the whole class cheers as he walks in, he walks over to the few players of his football team in our class and does the bro handshake he always does.

Suddenly he takes the only empty seat, right. Next. To. Me. I look out the window trying my hardest to ignore him 'hey, have you got a pen?' He taps my shoulder 'yes' I nod at him bluntly 'can I use it?' He asks 'no I'm using it' I put my lips together and blow 'I meant a spare one you fucker' he scoffs at me 'oh I do, but I don't know why I should let you borrow it' I say back possibly a bit to confidently 'oh that's how it's gonna be then?' He smirks 'MISS! I THINK HANNAH NEEDS TO GO TO THE TOILET! SHES ON HER PERIOD!' the whole class looks, points and laughs at me. I feel my face changing a violent red 'oh, please go to the toilet then' my teacher says kindly.

I stand up, throw my chair n the floor and run out of my classroom, tears falling down my face nose red. 'Fucking hate that boy' I say to myself mumbling quietly. Getting into the toilet I slam the cubicle door shut and cry and cry and cry. I sit until 3 minutes before the end of the lesson, it takes just under three minutes to get to my class so it me it just right.

Everyone stared at me but I keep my gaze fixed on the floor making sure to not see Reece especially. 'So you have enough pads?' He laughs. Keep it together Han 'you have enough tampons?' He questions again. I ignore him and I'm literally saved by the bell.