Bump Into You// Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Ella's pov

I hate my life. Why couldn't I be one of those rich girls who gets everything they want? I have to work for what I want. Everyday.

Right now I'm in highschool and I have a part time job at J's dinner just a block from my home.

Highschool isn't the best place for me. The only freedom I get is when I go to work. My boss is a really nice lady and I love her,. She's like a second mother to me and I really consider making her my mother since mine is an alcoholic.

I don't have any friends at school.
I get bullied but not like physical bullying. I get called names because of my alcoholic mom and people started picking on me ever since my dad died. I miss him so much. We used to take long walks on the beach and we used to play In a park near the school. I have to walk to school everyday because all I bring to school is money to buy a soda when I get thirsty and most times I bring water from home. I make sandwiches and bring with me to school.

As I walk down the hallway, I can feel the Stares on me and I can hear the whispers. I'm still getting used to it but it doesn't affect me like it did once. I used to get so scared that I cried in the bathroom stalls for hours, not that anyone would miss me from classes or anything.

I continued my strides to my locker and got my things for class. I have English class now and I love it, the teacher is so nice to me and she is like the only person I talk to at school.

I went to class and sat in my usual seat in the back to the right near a big window. I would look out that window to clear my head when I don't feel like paying attention to the lesson. My head is filled with all types of things and I feel like giving up sometimes. But I have a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, my mother will realize that dad is never coming back and pull herself together. I tried, believe me I did, but she wouldn't listen. She drowned herself in alcohol and tried to numb the pain of loss. It's obviously not working. Unless she finds someone to move on with. I don't know what to do anymore, that small spark of hope is slowly fading.

I snapped out of my chain of thoughts when I heard the bell ringing. Wow I've been thinking for a long time. This class is two hours long.

I packed my things and started heading out when I heard the teacher called me.

"Yes Mrs. Prime?" I answered.
She looked at me for a good minute before speaking

"You seemed.... Distracted today in class. How are you doing? Anything you want to talk about?" She asked and I can see the concern in her deep forest shade eyes. Pretty

"No I'm just having a really terrible headache." I lied. I really hate lying to people but I don't want anyone to look at me with sympathy. It brakes me. More than anyone will ever know.

"Ok sure. If you ever need anyone to talk to, i'm all ears."she said and i was great ful but i don't need anyone to talk to but I wasn't going to tell her that. I nodded my head and walked out. I just don't like the Pitiful looks I get.

The day drags on uneventful and boring yet torturous. This always happen. I get bullied, I go through classes, then I go home.

I walked down the hall and out the doors, starting my walk home. This is the time I take to clear my head, think about the possibility of becoming a homeless person or ending up in the whore house.

I saw the park me and my dad used to go to on my way home and I went there and sat down and started to think again. What will happen if I just give up and decide to commit suicide or I just never return home? Will anyone miss me? Most likely not. What will happen to my mother? I have no idea. And to be honest, that small spark of hope is slowly fading. I can't even think about life anymore. The only thing I have right now is school.