Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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 at that point i almost lost my balance just at my sisters words. i didn't bother to look at penelope who i knew would be shocked as well. instead i turn around and make out the gates so i could walk home. penelope catches up with me pretty quickly just with a few runs; i'm surprised she can even run in those damn heels.

"hey, zayn stop." yeah, like i would listen to you. then she grabbed my arm and dug some of her nails into my arm and i yelped in shock and pain, turning to glare at her and she simply shrugs, "soz. you wouldn't listen to me." gosh, is that the only way she communicates, through damn violence?

"so, if you don't get your way, you hurt people. and you know you won't get in trouble because you have enough money to get you out of anything; and your daddy's status is so high everything is rainbows and unicorns." i snap at her suddenly. her blue eyes held back emotion that i firstly caught a glimpse of, but it soon went. she's quite good at masking her emotions, most girls would cry by now after how shit i've treated her. i don't have any effort to be nice to anyone, i hope she knows that.

"you know deep down, i know you're not bad. deep down there is still that guy who had the cliche love at first sight with someone that was completely out of his league. zayn, i'm sorry that natalia rose isn't here now but you can't just-" my eyebrows narrowed at her tightly and if i wasn't using my crutches i would've firmly crossed my arms over my chest.

"how the fuck do you know so much about me?!" i demanded, glaring at her intensely. i feel so very exposed right now. freaky.

"um, research. my dad-"

"-you STALKED me?!" i gasped looking at her, alarmed. this is unbelievable, so creepy. i can't believe she would do that? why would she even have an interest in my life anyway? i'm a nobody.

"no. i just... it wasn't stalking... i just was curious, okay? so i might've asked me daddy to use some people to find stuff out about you; it's your fault anyway! you shouldn't be so secretive!" i actually don't know what to say to that. is this what rich people do? flaunt their money on exposing the poor? great. good to know where all our taxes are going.

"is that how you expect to make friends, by stalking?! you're fucked up, no wonder your boyfriend cheated." i begin to walk off again, expecting her to follow because that's what dogs do. but she didn't. i hear the roar of her car behind me.

and she was gone.

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the walk home was draining. in a way i knew i needed to go back to school but the hospital advised taking a minimum amount of three days off before going back to make sure no further injuries occur. to be honest, i feel as though that makes no sense.

therefore it shows i need to be in school to get an education, so it would make sense to me.

i took a lot of breaks on the way home, and i realised how un fit i was. as soon as i get my leg back and working properly, i'm going straight to the gym. the new year is coming up in a few days time, it would be great to get some resolutions sorted.

we never get into the christmas spirit at our house because somehow my mum is always working; then the rest of the day falls apart because her not being there. we need her. shes our rock. i really want her to quit that stupid job of hers but it's the only proper way we're getting money. it makes her so unhappy though.

as soon as my leg is better, i'll go straight to get a job too. my mum was so fixed in me sorting my exams first and then looking for a part time job, however i have to be sixteen to get a job. i'm sixteen in like two weeks time, everything will fall into place.

once i arrived home, instead of going turning on the television, i turned to my mobile instead. my facebook was still logged on, so i decided checked my inbox before logging off. as always, no one had messaged me. i had only like four friends on facebook; my mum, my sister doniyah, my dad and sadly penelope. waliyha thinks shes too cool, and saf's too young. however one status on my news feed catches my eye.