The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 8: Lunch..

It was finally lunch time.
I really hated it here.
I got in the lunch line to get the food.
It looked great compared to what I've eaten in the past. Everything's changed.
I sit down at an empty table and picked around at my food.
I wasn't in the mood for eating, honestly. My appetite was ruined from simply thinking about the horrors of my past all morning.
I end up throwing my lunch away. It wasn't that good anyways. I sit back down and observe the lunch room.
Everybody sat with somebody. Everybody had friends.
Not me. Not yet, at least.
I look down at my hand. You could easily tell that it was metal if you were looking at it.
I pulled my sleeve up higher toward my hand, trying to hide it.
It was bad enough that I had been traumatized my entire life, and now?
I had something to be insecure about.
I didn't want to come back here on Monday.
I was just grateful it was a Friday. This day was going GREAT.
I look up.
Why the fuck was Peter looking at me like that.
His head rested on his head as he looked over at me.
Stop it.
I don't like being stared at.
He realized I'm looking at him and looks away.
What's up with this dude?
I rub my forehead.
I've had a headache all day. I got them really often, actually.
Probably from stress.
God, I can't wait to tell Stark about this awesome day. So awesome. I just need help. I don't need school. I didn't have a chance to fit in here. I didn't have a chance to have a normal teenage life. That idea was ruined years ago when I realized I wasn't leaving.
When I realized I was just their puppet.
The bell eventually rings and I immediately get up.
The sooner I got to class, the sooner it'd be done, the sooner it'd be done, the sooner I'd get through my next classes, and I could leave.
I could leave.