✨Poor to rich✨

Chapter 3

New high school
I woke up in my small, crowded room, I could feel the bloody, painful cuts all over me from the mice biting me. It was school but I didn't know because my dad took my phone away and selled it for money, but got scammed instead, the person who bought it gave fake money.

I got out of bed trying to not feel pain, I looked through the shattered mirror, cuts were all over my face and my blonde, bushy  hair was messy  and went everywhere. I couldn't brush it since we didn't have one.  I couldn't even have a shower like I used to every morning. Now I have to stay dirty, I couldn't wash the blood from my face, the taps weren't working.

I went downstairs to have breakfast,  dad looked at me, he saw the cuts from the mices in my room, he came up to me and rubbed the blood from my face really hard he was rubbing the blood away, The pain was unbelievable, I started crying. I ran back upstairs, he didn't care I had cuts, he knew I was going to school, and so he rubbed the blood of so they couldn't say anything at school , but it still bled. Why did he rub it SO hard?

Mums death was caused because of me, we were walking on the road with bags in our hand, I was moaning to get a dress and she was distracted by my talking, she didn't notice the car zoom pass and Crash, I ran off the road and left mum there, She died because of me.

I hope mum knows I'm sorry and that I didn't mean it. I forgot I was crying and the wet tears washed the blood away. Time flew by very quickly. I put on my t- shirt and baggy jeans and flew out through the door, my tummy hurt but I couldn't care, I was going to be late so I ran, ran as fast as I can. I couldn't eat lunch either because I didn't have money, not a penny. I had my bag from my last house and so I used that, that bag was old and ripping apart but I couldn't go school without one.

I got to the gate, there were a lot of people there, ALOT. They looked at me revoltingly, like I was dirt on the floor, just how my dad sees me. I stood in a crowd of people, people who looked posh and rich, with loads of makeup. I looked poor, an average wierdo. The men there looked like they were whispering about me, and so did other people. I walked in shaking, the cut on my forehead and cheek made people stare more at me. I looked at the ground as I walked in. The school looked massive, so many classes and so many windows. My dad applied me in and I was barely aloud to go because of financial issues but they let me in because my grades were quite high.

I was walking down the hallway and these girls looked at me, and came over.
"Where did u come from? The trash can!"
She said a girl with wavy blonde hair and loads of makeup on.
They laughed loudly, making me feel like I was stupid. I looked down and I was still shaking.
"What's wrong? Are u going to cry?!" Another girl with straight brunette hair with a short crop top on.
I walked away, hearing the laughs fade away slowly. I walked to my class nervously, I was already getting made fun of and my school day hasn't even started yet. I went into the classroom, english class, my timetable said. There I stood at the front of the door, with faces staring at me, the male teacher looked and scanned me for a second. I walked inside.
"I'm sorry- I didn't know which way to go- I was lost—"
He smiled at me with a stern look at the same time,
" it's fine, go to your seat."
As I stumbled over my jeans, I tripped and fell. I heard giggles and laughs every corner of the room and I felt the sound from my ear fade away as I couldn't stop shaking. The teacher looked at me and laughed with the class. A girl with straight, brown hair came up to me, and helped me up.
"Are u ok?!" She asked worryingly, her blue- ish silver eyes gleamed at me.
"Yes-yes im fine—" I said as my heart broke into a million pieces slowly.
"Sorry about the teacher, I'm Lorna, you?"
" izz- izzie.." I said as I wipes my blonde, frizzy hair from my face.
I went to my seat as she smiled at me, she soon looked at my face terrifyingly because she saw the cuts.
"That was a good start to the day, wasn't that children?" He said with a bgiggle in his throat.
I sat there while my heart thumped loudly that I thought the whole class could hear it.
"Stand up an' introduce yourself!"
I stood up the second he said it, I was scared he would laugh or tease me.
"I-AmI'm lizz-izzie Campbell, I-I am fifteen and I l-love maths...!" I said while my throat was dry.
" great, another nerd, well I don't TEACH maths, I teach English,ok? Got it?!"
I sat back down as silence filled the room, I was hoping I could get out faster. 50 mins later, the lesson finished, we were just learning about punctuation, which I aced, he seemed mad that I did well for some reason.
I hope my school life will get better..