Hiccups

Chapter 2

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Tessa's P.O.V

Monday morning was eerily quiet. I was in the kitchen shoving a mouthful of French toast down my throat. My mind was somewhere else, but my body was still with me. I felt pain. It was as if I was in a different world.

I didn't notice that I had dazed out until Sam came into the kitchen with an extremely weird looking smile on his face. I knew it was forced.

Sam was my 19-year old step-brother, but I consider him as an actual brother of mine. He's 3 years older than me, and he is the sweetest, most loving and kind-hearted person I've ever met. After my mum.

Sam and I were the only ones who knew what his father does to me. I shuddered at the memory from yesterday.

"Mornin'" Sam's voice snapped me out of my daze again. His smile has disappeared and his face was filled with concern. I felt bad. I felt guilty. "Good Morning Sam!" I said. My voice sounded fake. It was fake. "How was your night ?" I asked. He frowned even more, knowing that I wasn't okay.

Sam said that I was an 'Open Book' or something. He would stare at me for a while and it felt like he was reading my mind, soul and heart. He knows when I lie or not, which was strange because I'm not a big fan if lying myself. I just lie when it's necessary.

"It was okay." Same said. I forgot I even asked him a question. I hate it when I overthink stuff. It makes my head hurt.
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Sam drove me to school as usual and I'm sitting here in class. History class to be more specific.

Mr. Chase was my worst teacher. He would always pick on me to talk or demonstrate something to the class.
I didn't like talking, not in front of a big crowd anyways.

Mr. Chase was rambling something about how World War I was one of the most horrifying things that has ever happened or something. I knew all about it because I'm a 'nerd' and already read about it last year.

I must've gotten lost in my own thoughts because when I looked back up, all eyes were on me.

"Well ?" Mr. Chase said with a smirk on his face. "Sorry, what was the question again ?" I asked innocently. Mr. chase's smirk grew as he said "The question was: How many people died in World War I ?" I mentally smirked. I knew the answer. "About 8,500,000 soldiers were killed in World War I, from all nations. The total with civilians is 20,000,000. Military dead was 5 million and Civilian deaths was 3 million." I let out a long breath and gave him a tight smile. My smirk grew wider when I saw that Mr. Chase was flustered. "C-Correct" Mr. Chase's voice sounded defeated. I mentally fist-bumped myself.

After History class, we had lunch. I was on my way to Eva.

Eva was my best friend. She had long brunette hair and hazel eyes that looked like honey. We're both total opposites.

She's very bubbly and talkative. Like seriously, VERY talkative. Eva was well known in our school. She talked to everyone not matter who they were. She's the captain cheerleader of our school's cheerleading club.

And No, Eva is not the type of cheerleader who uses her position as a weapon to others. She isn't a slut like most cheerleaders are in most typical teen fictions. She treats everyone with her own way or as she like to call it her own "charms".

The hallway was full of students who were either chatting with their friends, gossiping or even flirting. It amazes me how people aren't weirded out by PDA.

I spotted Eva's brunette hair and walked over to her. She was talking to Oliver White.

Oliver always came over and greets us but because of Eva's rambling, he has to tag along.

But I don't think it bothers him. He usually smiles when Eva starts talking to him about girl stuff. I think Oliver has a crush on Eva. Scratch that. I know he has a crush on her.

Oliver is the captain of the Football team. He was one of the smartest people in this school. After me.

"Hey GURL !" Eva's voice rang through my pure ears. "Olaaa Dora the explorer" I waved at her. "I LOVE your outfit" Eva gushed. That made me chuckle.
Eva always commented on how pretty my clothes were but complained about it's color. I usually wore black or grey. Sometimes white and sometimes Blood red.

Okay no. I'm kidding geez. I bet you're all like 'That's so dramatic and clićhe'.

I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a black long sleeves top that was 100% wool with a blood red skirt. Black knee-length socks covered my pale legs and to top it off, I wore my red converse and a golden triple triangle necklace.

"Why thank you, your highness. You look amazing". I said. We looked at each other then burst into a fit of giggles.

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