The Outcast

15- Worry

[ so I decided to draw the characters today (well, the back of them) ... It's a bit off center but anyways... tell me what you think ]

IN HISTORY I sit down at an empty desk and dump my books in front of me. I take out one of my black ballpoint pens and start doodling in the back. I attempt to sketch a person but the eyes are uneven and the face is slightly deformed.

Probably what I look like every day. I sigh. I'm no artist.

"You okay there?" A girl asks

I internally groan. It's one of the populars. What could she possibly want?

"Yeah." I mumble, furiously truing to scribble out my pathetic attempt of a drawing

"You know the usual response to that is, 'are you okay?'. That's what normal people do." she says

"Sorry but I'm not normal." I say, not looking up at her

"I noticed. I'm Caitlin by the way." she says, sitting next to me

"Uh, why are you siting there?" I ask, feeling slightly confused

Is this some kind of stupid joke that I'm not getting?

I look at the girl, she has innocent blue eyes, a wide grin and long, dirty blonde hair.

She looks like a popular. She is a popular.

"Why not?" she asks, a hurt expression crossing her face and she scrunched her eyebrows together

"Um because you never talk to me and always sit up the back?" I suggest

"Well um... I uh... I said something to them and they sort of kicked me out.' she mumbles, looking down at the wooden desk and blushing

"What?" I ask

"I told Holly to get her head out of her ass, fall into a large bottle of makeup remover and eat something with more than one gram of sugar in it for gods sake." she explains

"Okay, you can officially stay." I decide, "that is gold."

She sighs

"I was just so sick of her. She's an absolute bitch." she groans, running a hand through her dirty blonde hair

"Join the club." I say

"I don't know why she's so popular. Like yeah, she's pretty but nice? No." Caitlin says

"Okay class, hush now!" the history teacher says

I sigh and get ready for a long lesson or boring stuff about dead people.

But it isn't as bad because I have someone sitting beside me who code to be there, not because they had to.

-

I sneak in my front door to be blasted with shouting.

"THAT'S IT. I'M GOING OUT!!" He yells

"Go then! I won't care!" Mum yells

I hear footsteps approaching and jump out of the doorway.

"What the fuck do you want?" Dd asks when he sees me staring at him

For you to be a dad.

"N-nothing." I stammer and he walks out, slamming the door behind him

I walk into the kitchen to see mum sweeping up broken glass.

"That's it. I've had it with him." Mum announces

"What do you mean mum?" I ask, confused

"I'm getting a divorce. I can't handle it Cass. I love him when he's sober but he never is. I can't take it. If I leave, maybe that'll finally knock some sense into him." she says