Ice Picked Hearts

Chapter-03

Beep beep beep beep!!!

The annoying sound of my alarm woke me up again. My hand stretched out to turn it off causing it to fall in the process. A creacking sound came from the alarm immediately it hit the ground, but I don't care. I wanted off. I remember when I was little I used to cry everytime the alarm woke me up. I love my sleep so much, I'd trade my cell phone to get more of it (haha, that's after I choose death) and I'm very sure I'm not the only one who has risked her whole life and career by getting that extra nap that could ruin everything she has spent years to build.

I wanted to get up but my bed loves me more than the challenges in life. I wanted another five minutes of sleep.

The image of Paul's face appeared in my head.

"Shit! I need to go to school" I remembered the chat I had with Paul last night and a smile formed on my lips.

I rolled down from my bed, hitting my lower back on the alarm I didn't pick up. I was running late for school, so I picked myself up and rushed everything I should do before going to school.

Mum was asleep. She has been the only one since dad left when I was five. It hasn't really been easy for her, but she just wouldn't see that she isn't paying attention to me. She spends every of our savings on alcohol, smokes pot, get wasted and complain about how I wouldn't work two shifts in one night since she lost her job, and the Telecommunication company she was hired in as a Cleaner always gave her complaints or the other. She hasn't really been the role model I asked for, so I just do my thing and hope things get better. I once gave her an advice to get a boyfriend, maybe she'd change. She met several men, Collins, Joshua, Carter, Abel, Maguire, Austin, Jack, Umar, Yasin and so many men who in the end left her for one silly reason or the other and she'd come home, cry and get wasted like she does all the time. Its the same routine. I get sick of everything, but she needs my help too. When Drake said "I'm really too young to feel this old" my lower back felt that.

I prepared some sandwiches. Filled up my tummy with some and packed the rest for lunch before heading for school. The school was about Three kilometers away and I walk it everyday.

The large gates of MountainsHigh appeared. I hate it when I meet this school standing. Someone should please burn it. I hate school, my grades aren't bad, but knowing the stress I pass through trying to keep it good and still having to face the struggles of life at the same time is horrific. If a teacher can't teach all Eleven subjects, I see no reason a student should be made to study all. Life is just so unfair.

It was too early for me to complain about school. I have four more days till weekend. Now that's questionable. Five weekdays, two weekends, one summer holiday, almost nine months of school per year. Who the hell divided this shit?

I walked into the gates wishing I didn't even come. A strong feeling of fear overwhelmed me as I came to reality of what I did last night. Paul was all I thought of, what if he doesn't like me back? What if I'm making a mistake?

I shrugged the feelings off. C'mon Jully, you deserve to be happy, I said to myself. Few steps into the hallway and I noticed a change in the environment. Everyone had their eyes on me like someone had placed a "Slap a bitch" sticker on my back pack.

I started to feel so uncomfortable and I wanted my legs to carry me as fast as they could. Some Junior girls even pointed at me to be sure I was the one the whole school was talking about. I heard a beep in my pocket. An unknown number had sent me a voice note. I connected my Earpiece to my small Alcatel OneTouch Phone. It was very small, you'd have thought it was a MP.

I was shocked. Beads of sweats rolled down my face. I felt like my legs would fail me anytime so I ran into the restroom and replayed the voicenote. Someone had faked my voice.

"Paul, I wanna shag you, I'd watch porn and practice every style from each episode with you. Trust me Paul, I'd love to slide through the shower with you and Fuck you twenty-four hours for real, I just wanna fuck. Whenever you wanna fuck, call me. I don't know how polite I can be, but all I want to say is, I, Juliet Norman want you inside of me while you make me whisper how good your mama made ya"

"I'm just one call......."

I paused it. I didn't say all these... I... I didn't even say any of these. Who...did this and why? I'd never do this. "No! No!" I banged my fist on the wall. I was confused, broken, sad, nervous, disturbed whatever word you could use for someone who's good as dead at this moment. The school heard it. Everyone did. That explains it all.

I couldn't think straight. My heart was beating fast in my chest. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.  I broke, tears rolled down my cheek. I've never felt so confused my whole life. I stayed in the restroom for the first period knowing I'll be marked absent.

I wasn't ready to face anyone. People will come at me. The school, Paul, his exes.

But why would someone want to ruin my life. People don't notice me, but I've become a topic. The worst way to get popular.

When the first period was over, I packed my stuffs and got ready to face my fear. Whoever did this will regret it. I worked into the hall way, but I received the same expression from people, like why are they acting all innocent. Most of them aren't even virgins.

I walked into the classroom. Everyone diverted their attention to me. The silence was something a teacher would beg for and wont get it. The classroom became as quiet as a grave yard would be the moment I walked in.

My seat was tossed to the end of the classroom. I met a couple rags on it. There were writing on it too. Writings that made me sad and annoyed at the same time. "Die Bitch, you're not wanted here" someone said.

Ignoring what the person said. I turned around and asked "Who did this"?! No one answered, they just laughed and murmured among themselves. "Who did...."?! I didn't get to complete the sentence coz someone threw a bottle of mango juice at me and it spilled all over my uniform. Others joined as they threw me foods and different things I couldn't avoid. I ran out of the classroom and almost bumped into Paul. I didn't get to read the look on his face cause at that moment I didn't care.

My uniform was a mess, so was the inside of me.

I ran back into the restroom, panting heavily. Muttering words I didn't understand. Tears poured down like a river.

Why am I getting this from people? I couldn't answer the questions either. I just cried so much.

  All I just wanted was just one person to believe I didn't do it. Trust me and fight for me. I tried saying something to her but I couldn't. Tears poured down my eyes and the lump in my throat became too hard I couldn't swallow.

Jewel walked into the restroom and closed the door shut behind her. There was a moment of silence between us then I broke it.

"I didn't do I".

"Jully, I know you more than anyone else and I know you can't make such conversation with Paul" At least someone believes me"
She touched my face but withdrew when she felt how sticky it was.

"But babe, you should have seen that everything was happening too fast and this boy wasn't going to be with you, sorry to say but you're not his type of girl and you know it, you know he's a fuckboy Jully"

She said it. The truth hit me hard on my chest. It was like a slap on the face. Now I have to work things out on my own. She pulled out some clothes for me to change into and a towel. My uniform was already a mess. I've never felt so humiliated.