Health Class❦a.i au

3; nightingale

ella

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day 3

okay, so blood cells are white? isn't blood blue inside your veins? and it's red when it comes out, like, when it hits oxygen? Wtf, I never knew blood was so patriotic.

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"Ella, I need to see you after class," Mr. Shoe was always needing to see me after class, which was one of the reasons people didn't like me. I was the kid who was failing, lacking in everything. Mr. Shoe was actually one of my favorite teachers, but only one of the teachers who I could actually talk to about life and crap issues I was having because, ding ding; he's a health teacher.

Of course the last person to leave the room was Ashton, making sure I was okay, giving me a sympathetic smile on his way out. I seriously didn't understand why he was so protective of me now, as if I was going to break any moment.

To enlighten him and anyone else who had recently begun to actually care- newsflash- I'm already broken. But something about Ashton convinces me that if he has a way to fix me, I'd listen.

Mr. Shoe gives me a look and sighs, pointing to the desk directly in front of him. Everyone else had already filed out, health being the the last class of the day for me so anyone who wasn't in extracirriculars was heading home. I sat, much to my despair.

"Ella, you're failing."

The news that should've hit me like a ton of bricks, only sat at my feet, which I promptly stared at. "I kinda figured."

"I know you don't want me to call your parents Ella, but I expect more than this. We've tried so hard to get you back on your feet, and you're falling down again." His words soften, knowing that if he goes hard on me again, like he and the other teachers did before, I'd crack and do something worse than I did last time.

"I'll get some stuff done tonight, I promise." I say wihtout really meaning it. Of course I wouldn't be getting anything done tonight; I'll be too busy crying my eyes out, like I spend most my nights.

"I know you can do it, Ella." and with that, he dismisses me. I try not to break into tears at the mere fact of leaving this poor teacher I've grown so close too. If I give any signs of it, he'll know right away and stop it before I can get any further.

At my locker, grabbing my coat and my phone, I stand there, quiet and with my eyes closed. A few tears slip down my cheeks, and as I wipe them away, I feel somestand next to me. I jump back, startled, as I open my eyes and look up to see Ashton standing there, a frown etched into his smile deep face.

He grabs my phone gently, typing into the keyboard. I don't object to it, I just wach as more tears fall from my face. He wipes some stray bangs from my eyes, and hands me my phone. "Talk to me. Everything. I'll be there for you." A small kiss to my forehead and he walks away.

My chest is heavy as I walk back to the entrance, my bag sagging with the homework I'll never finish.