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A couple days pass with me cocooned up in the safety of my bedroom, ignoring all human contact, and all my problems.
I hold the bag which held my only belongings from London, which now contain, a burner phone, my personal belongings and just enough money to help me run away and survive for two months...
I could go, I could run, start a new life. Donate the inheritance to some charity, be happy... be free...
'You don't belong here...' A familiar voice chimes in my head, and I throw my bag on the floor in frustration.
'Belong here, my ass.' I mutter and walk to my closet, pulling on the Heartsland uniform, I throw my hair into a bun, and walk downstairs...
Anna is over the moon, that I've finally gotten up. I give her a quick smile and walk to the car. It feels unnatural without Jonathon, and I don't feel comfortable with another driver, it's like I would be replacing him, so I have taken upon myself to drive.
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I suck in a breath as I pull up to Heartlands High, and I can feel the storm brewing inside as I, the most recent, most juicy news story, get out the car.
'Fuck it.' I mumble and walk in with my nose in the air.
A cluster of whispers combined with a pinch of insults consume my ears, the second I enter the hallway.
'Slut...whore...home wrecker...'
All of the goto words which fall to stereotypes and undermine the status of a women in society. Yet I turn a blind eye and move on, I mean it would be impossible to try beat them all up, actually, maybe, I could just- NO Blair, walk.
I walk to my locker, which had WHORE written in bold red, no doubt that Charlotte's revelations, and the lack of Elite support acted as a green light to fuck with me. I sigh, opening the locker, a something red flies in my direction...
no
A bloody fucking tampon, staining my shirt. And a collection of pads, birth control pills, condoms, tumble out. This is so fucking embarrassing. Hot tears threaten my eyes but I push them down. No fucking way will I cry. I can feel my cheeks go a crimson red, as a crowd gathers behind me. Calmly I take my books from the bottom of the mess and slam my locker shut.
I see the queen bitch in the corner, gathering my confidence, I strut towards her, books in one hand and undoing the buttons to my bloody blouse with the other. Pulling off the stained blouse, I am left with my burgundy bra. I reach Charlotte, a smirk plasters my face when I see the cast on her nose and her black eye. I'm not done with her yet though.
