bittersweet life

Chapter eight

^Picture of Anna^
Chapter eight:

"Is this your house, madame?", the police man asks me.

You're probably wondering why I'm talking with a police man.

Well, after this super nice boy *note the sarcasm*, whose name I still don't know by the way, left me, I decided to just walk and search for help.

And guess what I found: the police department.

I had to tell them who my dad is, and then they were able to find out the address.

It's eleven now, and after driving for twenty minutes I am finaly home.

I nod and thank him for driving me back home and then Ben and me get out of the car.

I don't even want to know what the neighbors think of me, getting home in a police car at eleven in the night...

I take a deep breath and place my hand in Ben's fur for support.
This will get me in trouble.

I open the door and nearly get a heart attack when my dad stands there waiting for me.

"Dad! Please let me explain. I-"

"It's eleven now. I told you to be back at six.", he says surprisingly calm.

"I was just-"

"Will you do this again?", he asks, interrupting me a second time.

I stay there a little stunned, until I find the words to answer.

"Eh.. No. No, no no. It won't happen again. I swear."

"Pinkypromise?"

"Of course." I respond and we pinky promise like little kids.

He then dismisses me to my room and I go to bed.
Maybe my dad isn't that bad.
Maybe, just maybe he's still my hero...
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*MONDAY*

"I don't want to go, pleeaaase let me stay here!" I beg my dad one last time.

"No way, you go to school now and you'll have fun," he sais and pushes me outside of the house.

Fun. Did he really say fun?! This is anything but fun, I'm not even thirty seconds outside and I'm already shitting my pants.

If at least Ben could be here... But no. 'Dogs aren't allowed in school. Go find friends.'
Great idea, dad.

I look back one last time and then I take the bus next street to go to school.

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You can do this, Anna.

No, I can't...
Yes. You. Can. Just. Go.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes and walk into the classroom.

Good, now open your eyes, because you look like a fool.

I do as my inner voice tells me and open my tightly closed eyes, just to see everybody starring at me.

I instantly look at the ground, my cheeks heating up and my self-confidence sinking veeery low.

I walk to the teacher's desk, but she's already talking with someone, so I stand next to them, trying to ignore all the looks of curiosity.

"Zach, I don't have time for this." she sais to the boy in front of her.

"But Ms.Grey-" I hear him whining.

"I said no- Oh look who's here," she sais looking in my direction.

I look behind me, but there's nobody.
Yeah, because she's looking at YOU, idiot.

"You must be Anna-Marie. " she states smiling warmly at me.

The boy she had been talking to turns around, and I just want to scream, it's the guy from the airport who refused to help me.

And because of him I didn't get home in time, because of him I missed Jonas' phone call, because of him I punched my pillow.

And now he finaly has a name.

His name was Ty... Ma... Ge..

Shit, I wasn't paying attention.

"You can go sit next to Zach, he can be very nice. Right, Zach?"

Ha! Zach! I knew it.

He protests, but she sends us to our seats.

Of course he has a seat in the back, and the way there is pure torture. I'm the new girl, and they're already talking about me...

"...Lena saw her yesterday...-d she said that she already got trouble...police...-ove her home....-nearly twelve in..."

I can't understand everything, I don't think I even want to, and for the first time since moving away I feel lonley.

I sit down next to Zach, and he acts like I don't exist.

I slump down further in my chair and suddenly feel sad. Now I got time to think, nothing to stop my thoughts from floating around. Nothing stops me from thinking about Jonas, how much I wish he were here.

Nothing stops me from thinking about my mum. My lovely mum, how I told her I hate her... I always looked after her, who does it now? Nobody probably...

I feel a tear running down my face,my heart breaking a bit.

"Hey... Ehm is everything okay?" I hear a deep smooth voice from my left.

"No, actually not. And you're not helping." I reply.

"Sorry that I was trying to help," he sais angry.

And that's it.

I don't care no more.

I stand up and walk out of the classroom, my bag tightly clutched to my chest, and run towards the next bathroom to cry.

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