The next day I get ready for school and just as I'm about to leave the house my phone goes off, I check it and see its a text from Ari:
Hi Gemma I won't be in school 2day could u tell Mrs Jones I'm ill in form time?
Thanks, A xxx
It looks like I'll be spending a day with Michelle teasing me about not having Ari to talk to. I quickly tap out a reply:
Sure. Hope you feel better soon :)
G xxx
I press send and quickly run down the path to school.
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The day passes uneventfully and before I know it is lunch time. I get my lunch and sit down at my table, everything's going fine until Michelle and her gang walk over to our table and sit down.
"Hi, do you mind if we sit here?" She asks "it's just that that girl that follows you around, what was her name? Alex?" Ariana I tell myself silently
"Ashyn?" Surely she's just making this up just to annoy me?
"Ariella?" Stay clam Gemma. Don't let it get to you. But there's no use I can feel the anger bubbling up inside me
"It's Arina!!" I yell instantly embarrassing myself in front of everyone, but I don't stop there. Without a second thought I furiously grab my plate of spaghetti and dump it on Michelle's perfect blond heir, I watch as the red tomato sauce drips down her head and lands on her brand-new white polo shirt. Suddenly she let's out an ear piercing scream and bursts into tears. I can't help but feel a little bit bad for her, its only then that I realize that whole canteen is staring at me wide eyed.
"GEMMA WRIGHT COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!" I hear a teachers voice screech at me from the other end of the hall. I turn slowly to see Mrs Shot our deputy head and the strictest teacher in the whole school is standing there her eyes cold and hard. Gulping, I slowly step towards her terrified.
"Come with me." She says sternly. I do as I am told and silently follow her out of the room. She leads me into the corridor and I stare intently at the cream colored walls. I feel sick. My mind is filled with thoughts swirling around and around in my head like:
Where is she taking me?
Will they ring my mum?
What's going to happen when I get there?
All I am thinking about is what is going to happen and what all the conciseness will be for each scenario and I can assure you none of them are good.
But nothing could prepare me for what was about to come.
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Inivisible
Ficção Adolescente***disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 12 and so I sincerely apologise for whatever this is and also no, I will not be updating it, it's here purely so I can laugh at my past self***
