Catch Me

Ch. 11

Coralys pov

*1 week later*

Pain, it's the one thing that stays consistent in my life. It has many forms, but I feel them. I went from physical pain from years of extreme about. To more physical pain due to blades. More with Demi due to physical therapy. Then there's the emotional caused by the pain and trauma of my tears of abuse. The emotional caused by depression. The emotional form the constant arguing within my brain over do much. There's definitely much more pain but we get the point right? That my pain seems to be never ending?

Reactive Attachment disorder was a diagnosis I got partially because of this pain and never in a million years did I think I'd allow someone to break that wall. It wasn't easy to find peace with living someone who created so much pain for me. But I somehow found that peace with Demi whether she realized it or not.

Never in a million years did I think I'd ever be crying because I miss Demi. Yes, I admit it, I miss her. Fucking sue me if you must. But yes, I genuinely miss her. The attentions She gave me was nice ok. I admit it. So yes, I'm crying like a bitch because my life sucks all over again.

But guess who doesn't fucking care just like she never did before? Demi. She's too busy living her best life on tour and texting everyone beside me. Just as I predicted, the guilt of the past has worn off. So she doesn't have to care and therefore she doesn't. Once again, I'm my own mess and I have to figure life out all in my own.

"Coraly, the answer to number 19 please?" I hear which snaps me completely out of my thoughts.

I can hear a few snickers in the room from my lack of focus in the class as I be called out for it, "Oh suck a dick and shut up. I don't care to answer your damn question. Last I checked my fucking hand wasn't up. No where in the student hand book does it say I'm obligated to answer your shitty questions." I say.

The class erupts into laughter at my response, "excuse me?" She asks.

"You heard me. I said, go suck a dick. We all know you Suck plenty with how many baby daddies you have. 5 kids with five different baby daddies. You keep your legs wide and mouth open. It's ok, we all get it, teaching doesn't pay much. Gotta make some extra cash somehow. We aren't judging you.." I say earning more laughter.

"Come get your office referral." She says.

I watch her grab the red piece of paper and a pen, "Ew no! Don't touch it! I'll fill it out myself! I don't want to get an STD after touching something you have!" I say and that's when the class absolutely looses their shit.

Completely embarrassed she steps away from her desk and I grab a pencil off my friends desk before filing everything myself. I toss the pencil back onto my friends desk before making my exit out of the class, "Bye fuckers, I really get out of here. Mission accomplished. Don't fail me my dudes. Gotta keep it going." I say.

I walk into the hallways recording my office referral being thrown into the trash can and me walking out of the school. I caption the video as 'Fuck this shit I'm out of here' and post it to IG stories.

Rather than go home and have my ass chewed out, I decide to hide out at the park. That way I can walk home at 3pm, then walk through the front door as if nothing happened. Of course the school will have called by then to ask about my absences for the last 2 periods of the day and fill them in on the fact I got an office referral for my in class comments. So I'll still get screamed at, but it'll be delayed by a few hours. Who knows, the school may even be tired of calling my "parents" this many times and decide to not today. If I were the principle dealing with me, I'd be done with my bullshit too.

In my defense though, school is boring as fuck. It's stupid as well. So yeah, I gotta do something to cure my boredom. Or just get me out of school entirely for a few days. Nothing makes me happier than suspensions. No school for several days as a "punishment." Best punishment they could offer if you ask me.