3. When she cries

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Chapter 3-

Crap

Is exactly how I felt right now, and most of all, how I looked. One side of my jaw was black with little blotches of purple, my cheek was still a little tainted red, and the worst thing, is that I still have to go to school. I have no one to ditch with now, Gavin and Isabel knew about what mum does to me, and of course they thought it was wrong, but the thing about telling them is that they gave me pity, I don’t want to be pitied, it’s stupid, I don’t look for attention, I look for fun. I don’t even have any makeup to cover this up; honestly I hate the stuff, sighing I pushed myself off of my chair at the kitchen table and grabbed my bag and stormed out of the house.

The fresh air was alluring, it cleansed my lungs and I instantly felt a little better as I started making my way to school.

Mum had been relatively calm this morning and dad had left early for work, by the time he had gotten back last night I was already asleep. So he hasn’t seen the bruises yet, thankfully. I had on again skinny jeans that were black and a deep blue button up shirt with the sleeves that came down to my elbows, I know I know, I don’t like it either. I still have my converse shoes on and my hair is up in a big messy bun on the top of my head. There’s no way I would be able to hide the bruises on my face, the worst people could assume was that I got into a fight, which I hardly care about. I had fallen asleep last night with my headphones in with Britt Nicole’s – When She Cries on repeat. Lame, I know, but the song sure struck home. Since I had that playing on all night my ipod had gone flat so I had nothing to listen to on the walk to school, which was lame because without music I was just plain bored. Even with all the scenery around me, I should be excited about being in Washington right? It’s a whole new place that lots of people are dying to see and I’m just fortunate to live there. Rightio.

So as I’m dragging my feet along the side walk the school finally comes into view and I let out a deep breath and prepare myself for the day ahead. My walls instantly go up and the mask goes on my face as I see people walking through the school doors. Well isn’t this going to be fun. If I remember correctly I had English first with Mr Cameron, boy was I excited for that class, hint the sarcasm people, then math, then music and then a spare so I can catch up on work. Not that I plan on doing that, sleep sounds pretty good to me.  

I halted to a stop when my body came in line with the school doors and my feet just in front of the first step. My breathing had picked up and my heart was beating frantically. God, this is worse than yesterday, what’s wrong with me? Letting out a calm breath I gathered myself and walked up the steps and through the doors ignoring some of the looks I was getting and the stares that were lingering on the left side of my face.

Finally I made it to my locker and I let out a relieved sigh as I pulled my bag off my side and stuffed all my books in my locker. I was tapping my foot as I rummaged through my bag looking for a pen that I instinctively remember putting in there this morning, when someone suddenly cleared their throat behind me. I turned around slowly and saw the one and only Mr Cameron standing behind me with a large smile on his face.

Raising an eyebrow I decided to question him, “What?” My tone suddenly sounding very annoyed and at my words his brow creased as he looked at me.

‘Good morning to you to, Ms Halloway’ he sounded slightly taken aback and a little frustrated. I sighed deeply, shoved my bag in my locker and slammed my locker shut, catching a few glimpses my way but as I looked at the students that walked by they quickly averted their gaze.

‘What do you want Cameron? I’m not late, as far as I know the bell hasn’t even gone yet,’ and to just prove me wrong the bell just had to go off right then, rolling my eyes I looked back at my teacher and he was smirking, we stared at each other for a few moments, his smirk still in place until his eyes travelled down my face and to my cheek and jaw, when he looked there his face turned to complete shock and there was a look in his eyes that I didn’t quite understand.

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