Ive always hated Fridays. I hated leaving the sanctuary of school and returning home to the hole of hell that was my house, I knew that when I was home I was vulnerable to the sporadic bursts of anger from my father, fuelled by the the flame of his alcohol addiction. School felt so safe, more like home than any house I've ever lived in... because of him. Mr Evans.
It was 8:40am and I hesitated by the school gate, then slowly walked in. I stopped at the window of my chemistry classroom and looked longingly into my bleak reflection. My auburn hair rolled past my shoulders and halfway down my back, rippling throughout the length. My dark, forest green eyes pierced past the paper thin glassed at the mindless students talking about everything yet nothing at all. I know it's cliché but all of these teenage clones really make me think about how unimportant life really is. I've been told my whole life that I'm 'pretty', but I don't see how that could ever make someone happy.
"BOO BITCH!"
I'm forced out of my daydream by my best friend Tom behind me.
"Hey bitch", I reply once recovered from the shock of his sudden appearance. I've known Tom since I was in nursery and I don't think we've ever spent more than a day apart. His dad, RDJ, was the headmaster of the school, I'd also known him forever and he was super kind, but also always seemed a little odd. Tom's parents had died when he was really young so RDJ was his adopted dad, but they had been so close from as far back as I could remember so their different blood types never crossed anyone's mind. They truly were family.
"Ready for another lesson with daddy Evans" Tom teased.
"Shut up" I said teasingly using my arm to shove him jokingly in the shoulder, he smiled as we continued into the classroom. My cheeks were flushed bright red because although Tom teased me about our good looking teacher, he knew that the crush he teased me about was all too real.
