Misleading- Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 6

The day sucked ass, not gonna try to sugar coat it. In my American history class, the whole time people kept throwing notes at me. The majority of bus 291 was in my AH class, so my day basically is ruined by 4th class. It was the end of the day, almost. I was just waiting for the bell to ring so I could be dismissed.

"Miss Marci, please sit", my teacher barked. I followed my order, ducking my head to dodge the bullets of laughing kids.

"BIIIIING!!!!!!" Finally, the bell rung after what felt like 5 years. I bolted out of that shit hole faster than imagined. I remembered I was going on Riley's bus, not mine. I texted my mom I was going to Riley's, and Riley planned to meet me right outside the bus stop. I ran down the flights of stairs, and stopped when I was tripped midway.

"Watch where you're going, bitch", Stacie Adams instructed me, laughing back at her friends.

My god. This had gotten to the point where Stacie and her little posse were annoying me so much. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm moving to CT in like 3 weeks, anyways, so what do I have to loose? "FUCK YOU", I said, sticking my middle finger right in her caked makeup face. She couldn't move, like she was paralyzed, for this was the first time I had really fought back. I smirked, and ran down the stairs, continuing my journey.

I had a burning sensation in my heart and felt like I had just won an unbeatable battle. I've heard about this feeling before, in books and action movies. This was adrenaline. The feeling where blood pumped swiftly through all of your veins, all at once, sending immense pride and determination. Wow, it was like I was just given a shot of lions blood.

When I got to the bus stop, Riley was waiting for me, bouncing, like usual. I paced towards her and we got on the bus together. It was so odd because unlike 291, when I got on the bus I didn't have a reserved pink index card seat, I didn't have a nickname that ruined me, and I wasn't treated 10x less than cattle. People actually smiled at me as I walked down the bus to the back, where Riley led me.

"So this is my bus", Riley chirped, happily.

"Wow.. your bus is so, nice", I said in awe, looking around the unnaturally clean mobile.

"I mean, no one really cares. It's a pretty white bus. That's what the kids call it", Riley giggled.

"The white bus?", I repeated.

"Yea. Ever since '03, not one person has been made fun of on this bus. It's like a witchcraft thing", Riley added.

"That's so", I started, "so nice".

"Another reason is because this bus only makes like 13 stops, and 13/13 of the neighborhoods are really nice wealthy people neighborhoods, so the people mind their own business", Riley said.

15 minutes of talking and laughing with Riley later, we arrived at Double Palms neighborhood, where Riley lived. There was a huge sign surrounded by palms that said 'DOUBLE PALMS'. Her house was just a couple houses left to the entrance pond, which was directly behind the DOUBLE PALMS sign. When we got inside, Riley popped open her backpack and sprawled the contents all over the floor.

"Mickey!", she called. A small Boston terrier with the colors of brown and white ran over and began tearing up the backpacks contents.

"Wh-what are you doing?", I laughed.

"I always do this", Riley explained, feeding her dog her homework, "after school I tell people 'my dog are my homework', so I get out of doing homework!"

I looked down at the floor and whimpered a little bit. I missed Sadie, my old dog who died when my birth father ran over him to punish me for being a slut. It flowed back to me more reasons why my life sucked ass. I could tell Riley was listening in.

"Mia, are you okay?", Riley asked.

"Yes", I said quickly, "I'm fine".

"No you're not, Mia. Follow me", Riley instructed, leading me up to her room.

Her room was a bright yellow with a vibrant rainbow Queen sized bed with the words RILEY over the head board. There were posters of miscellaneous objects on her wall. I saw a gorgeous window seat with piles of school work and papers on it. She sat me on her bed.

"Mia, you know I'm not as happy as I look", Riley said slowly. Her eyes sunk into her skull and she looked at me, waiting for a reply.

"Riley I'm fi-", I started.

"No, Mia, you're not. I said those same two words right before this happened", Riley started. She lifted up her jacket sleeves, revealing tens of thousands of self harm scars. I gasped, holding my breath and tears.

"It's okay, Riley", I said as I lifted up my jacket too. Multiple scars showed up, but all of them were faded".

"They're gray", Riley said.

"They're faded", I started. "I went through so much shit it's not even laughable. But as of today, I am about 2 years clean. I can do it".

Riley looked at me, obviously inspired by the story itself.

"And you can too", I added.