Teacher's Pet

Chapter 3

I wake up with a throbbing headache. Oh. That’s right. I was crying all night. I don’t normally cry. I’m very tough. I eventually drag myself out of bed and to the shower.

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My girls didn’t take the news very well.. We spent most of the morning sobbing in our library room. Plus side.. I’m never going back to that stupid school so I texted, drew and ignored the teachers all day. All of them tried to take my phone away but I just shrugged them off and cursed at them, resulting in me being kicked out of every class. I don’t really care. I’m not a ‘rebel’ or a ‘badass’ but it’s my last day at school so why should I even try? Mor wasn’t very pleased by my behaviour so when I got home, she just sent me to my room and made me start packing my things. I’ve picked an outfit for each day so I can pack my clothes now. As I pack my things, I go down memory lane, starting at my table. I remember the day I put the table together, alone might I add.. It’s an L shaped glass top desk that weighed over 15kg. I was so happy that day because I finally had a proper place to do my homework and use my laptop. I remember how I bought a bunch of fairy lights and decorated my whole room with them, they gave the softest feeling to my room at night. I smiled at the thought. I look at my walls. These walls hold my childhood, my memories.  I look at the pictures as I take each one down. I chuckle when I look at the one of me when I was 10. I’m down on one knee, leaning my chin on my fist and I’m pulling the cutest smile. I looked at a picture of my mother, sister and I. We tried to snap a picture of us 3 lying across the floors like models- and we totally pulled it off! I started to tear up as I look at my walls. Only the one had pictures, the rest had just posters of my favourite bands and singers. You could not even see the wall. I carefully peeled each poster off the wall, folding it and packing it. I looked at the wall that was just a bunch of peeled paint because of the tape I used on my posters. Oh well. It’s not my room anymore; I might as well leave my mark behind.

 I’ve packed everything in my room away. All that’s left is my bed with its bedding. The room is filled with boxes and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t going to miss this place. Looking at the boxes make me feel anxious. Only because they’re a symbol of my new life. That will not be here.

I join mor for dinner and see that she had red eyes and flushed cheeks. I look down the hall to her room which is filled with boxes, as well as the walls down the hallway clean. All of our pictures gone.
“A trip down memory lane?” she nods and takes another bite of pork roast.
“The baby pictures of you and your sisters just brought back so many memories” she spoke.
I nodded. Memories.. I don’t think she just meant the good ones..

A/N: I hope you’re enjoying it so far… yeah yeah nothing’s really happened but it will soon :P We need to get through this first haha x Sorry for the late update but I’ve been suuuper busy x
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