Kidnapped... And Back???

School time

Up at 4 o'clock again, I washed, did my make-up and dressed in black high waist jeans, a light grey long sleeved shirt.

Why?

Because today was the first day of school for me and I had no clue what to do.

Now its 6:58am and I'm eating something called cereal when Mum, Dad, Jake and Nathan cam barging down the stairs, dressed but still looking half asleep.

"Good morning." I spoke up which was followed my grumpy moans of good morning from the sleeping people trying to do their food.

Mum yawned, "So, excited for today, Emily?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"That's great but me and your father have to go to work and your brother has to go to uni so we won't be able to give you a lift to school or back, but..."

I cut Mum off, "That's okay, and I'll walk."

"No, no honey. It's too far. We called someone who goes to your school in your year and he's gonna take you and drop you off."

"Okay, who is...?" I was cut off by a car beeping.

Clearing his throat, Dad spoke up, "That's your ride. Now Emily, be safe. No talking to strangers and don't go anywhere but school and home. Got it?"

"Got it." I replied while swinging my bag over my shoulder and heading for the door while saying good bye, only to be greeted by a shiny black car with, Vincent standing next to it waving at me to go to him and then gesturing for me to enter the car.

"Hey..." Vincent said with uncertainty in his voice. He probably didn't know what to say.

"Hey." I replied.

"So first day of school. You nervous?"

"A little." But truly speaking I wasn't nervous, in fact I wasn't feeling anything like always but I know I can't tell them that. To them, I still feel. To them, I am the same Emily and I know they all blame themselves for my kidnapping but it wasn't their faults. It was unavoidable but that's exactly why I can't tell them anything about it. I don't want them to feel guilt and pain like I have. That and I can't let them know how much of a monster I am.

A few minuets later and Vincent was parking right in front of the white building named 'WEST HIGH.'

"Don't be nervous. I'll be there for you if you need anything. You can sit with me a lunch break as well, and I'll show you were you can get your timetable."

I gave a small forced smile, "thank you, but I think it's best if you stay away from me at school. I can deal with myself, thanks."

And with that I barged out of the car, leaving Vincent to his thoughts because I knew that I couldn't get close to him. One reason being that it was a rule not to get close to anyone and if you did, you'd get hurt. Just like what happened between me and Nathan, and reason number two was simply because I was incapable of being anyone's friend.

Walking into the school I felt everyone's eyes falling onto me. The fresh meat. But it didn't bother me at all. I was used to the stares.

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6 hours later.

I see why school is so 'uncool' now. It's so boring. Everything I'm learning in class I've learnt before. Five years ago.

However the worst part was being around so many people. All day Jake, Vincent, Seb, random strangers and even teachers kept starting conversation with me by asking what my name is or what my timetable was. They just didn't get he hint that I wanted to be left alone.