"Saskia Polton", the mention of my name snaps me out of my deep state of mind of trying not to have a mental breakdown on the first day of school. Three first days in three years, its hard always being the new girl, not that I mind being alone 24/7 my own company calms me, but it is hard having to leave the one or two so called friends I make each time my brother forces us to relocate.
"Here", I can feel eyes blazing into me as I lower my head even more than it was before. A snicker was heard from a couple of rows in front of me which causes me to raise my now reddened face, only to catch sight of what looks like the bully of the school smirking at me like a new play toy he now gets to torment for the next year. This look is all to familiar to me, the shy quiet girl getting beaten upon by the overly cocky top dog of the school, it shouldn't bother me anymore but it does.
His glare is ripped away from me when a high pitch voice demands his attention, "Hey Jace, how about you wipe that smirk off your face before I get my brother to wipe it off for you, i'm sure he'd love his little punching bag back".
The cocky teens expressions immediately went to a face of stone, not even a glance my way as the high pitched bambi looking girl made her way to locate next to me.
"Hi, im Matilda but no one even calls me that so just call me Tilly," she beams a pearly white smile my way while waiting for my reply.
I return her smile as I pull my long curly locks behind my ears, "Saskia" I inform her.
Suddenly her face scrunches up into one of thought, "That's way too long of a name for me to say every time i want your attention, how about Sass or Sassy, yeah i like Sassy." she releases a small giggle before bending down and grabbing her books for the current lesson, Math.
The silence in the room allows my thoughts to then again drift to the upcoming year ahead. Senior year my final year before I can graduate and finally begin my life. My 18th birthday so i can move as far away from my brother as possible, the only two things that have kept me going for the past 3 years.
The bell along with a pulling on my arm brings me back to reality.
"Cmon Sassy, i just looked up your schedule since you weren't answering my questions for like five minutes. We have lunch."
The pulling increased as I scrambled to stuff my belongings into my backpack. Following Tilly out of the classroom the guy from earlier spares me a glance before quickly looking away, note to self don't mess with Tilly.
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Lunch went by as slowly as it could, Tilly dragged me out to a little spot under a tree next to the football oval.
"Usually I sit out here if i want to be alone, watch all the hot boys practise or i'll go to the library or something. I don't have many close friends, my brother calls me a social butterfly because i just go from group to group with no attachments, its great," she finishes with a little laugh.
My gaze settles on a tumbling leaf as I cuddle into my hoodie a little tighter, "I'm not much of a social person, at my last schools I would usually just sit alone, no one really cared to know me."
Tilly's expressions go from a frown to a huge smile in seconds, "Good thing you have me now then, we are gonna live this last year up." she says in a little sing song voice.
A small giggle makes its way from the back of my throat surprising us both. It is then that I decided that maybe I shouldn't be as closed off as I usually am at a new school, maybe just maybe I can make one true good friends for the first time in my life ever.
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The last few lessons of my first day dragged on I only have Tilly in my math and biology class which kind of sucks.
Currently in art class waiting for the final bell of the day to ring i look at my current creation. Sitting on the canvas is a scribble of charcoal resembling a female figure in a kneeling position. I never really know the reasons behind my art, or how they even get on the page its like I just lose myself within the creation process. I guess they reflect my broken inner self, they allow me to have some kind of freedom over one small aspect of my life.
The bell interrupts my creative criticism as I spotted a small mistake, forcing me to put my things away. Tomorrow's problem.
Walking out of the classroom Tilly is at my side in seconds, "Hey Sassy, do you need a lift, my brother is picking me up while my car is out for a while?"
The thought of my one and only friend in this town seeing the state of my living situation causes an internal moment of panic. "It's alright, i like walking it's not that far anyway."
Tilly doesn't catch onto my sudden state of stress as she picked up her ringing phone, "calm your farm Jax, I'm on my way," are the only words spoken before she hangs up her phone with a cheeky laugh.
"Ok i really have to go big bro gets cranky when you don't listen, I'll see you tomorrow, call me." With a final wave over the shoulder i'm left to my own senses again.
As i walk out the front doors of the school I get hit with a wave of wetness only to discover that it is indeed raining. Deciding not to delay the inevitable I set off on my journey walking to the other side of town to my so called 'home'. My brother bought the worst house on the worst street on the bad side of town, no busses even run to that part of town due to the crime rate.
Passing through the center of town I see Tilly from afar entering the most extravagant building this town has, 'Jacobs enterprises, marketing and publishing house'. She is stood next to a very tall, very built and very handsome man whom I'm guessing is her older brother.
Trying to avoid her attention and not make matters worse for myself, I put my head down and pop my headphones in my ears to continue the painstakingly long walk home.
The forty minute walk comes to an end as my feet soak in my now water infested shoes. Looking up to my driveway I don't see my brothers old beat up truck, just an empty pathway of mud.
A fluttering feeling of happiness makes its way into my gut causing a small smile on my face to arise.
He makes sure Im never home alone, never, just to make my life harder he makes sure I don't get a minute of peace and quiet. My usual sleep schedule is a rough three to four hours depending on the alcohol or drugs in his system and the injuries I sustained from that day.
With a smile still plastered on my face I unlock the broken bolt on the door and run upstairs to my 'room'. By room I mean my shoebox of walls that hold a mattress on the floor and a couple of boxes that hold my clothes.
It reminds me of one of my favourite novels, Harry Potter. Living in a room filled with feelings of neglect and sadness, the irony in that makes me laugh. Everyone these days goes through something but still ends up getting their happy ending, as hard as I try I don't think I'll ever find my Ron, Hermione or even my Ginny.
After the accident with my parents three years ago Leo took everything from me and destroyed it, my belongings, my clothes, my bed, my life.
I make a leap towards the mattress and stuff my face into the pillow shutting my eyes immediately.
Maybe ill finally get some sleep tonight.
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Damaged Goods
Teen FictionInnocent little Saskia Polton was new to town, she was lonely and emotionally damaged due to the last 3 years of her life being a living hell. That is until she meets one crazy best friend who pushes her through life, oh and her bestfriends multimil...
