Lissy's Patchwork Life

Liss has everything she wants- three brilliant friends, loving parents, a boyfriend, and school is going well. She has a patchwork quilt on her bed. It is her favourite thing in the world. But one day, her quilt breaks. Torn in pieces. Which is what happens to Liss's life when her best friend's boyfriend tries to kiss her. And afterwards, he posts it to Facebook, turning it round so that it sounds like SHE came onto HIM. And so, her boyfriend Jake, dumps her and so do all her friends. She cracks under the added pressure of GCSE's. Her life, like her quilt, is falling apart.

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 The next morning, everyone was a little awkward at breakfast. My eyes were all swollen from crying. I was so worried that my luck would now turn sour that I actually cried myself to sleep. Charlie just stared at me like I was a lion in a cage. My parents avoided my eyes. I don't blame them. I scarfed down my breakfast and escaped the unimaginably awkward silence of the breakfast table. I vigorously brushed my teeth, pulled on my shoes, coat and heavy backpack. Again, I reminded myself to get a new one. I would plan a shopping trip is weekend. I could take my mind off the small tragedy that had occurred last night. I tore out of the door and began the twenty minute walk to school.

 I decided to put last night out of my mind, and focus on the scene around me. It's May, spring time in Cornwall. Often our spring/summer season consists of autumn in early spring, a normal spring in May, a two week long summer at the start of July, and then autumn again. Come to think of it, most of the year is autumn. So I decided to enjoy the spring while it lasted. I looked up at the trees. The sun was shining today, the sky a beautiful early morning blue. The colour of my favourite patch on my quilt. The golden sun shone through the newly green trees, and turned them a more vibrant shade of green. All around me, daffodils were in blossom. Patches of yellow springing out of the green. I had never seen nature so alive, so vibrant, and I had never appreciated it more.

 When I arrived at school, I flopped down on the desk next to my best friend Lola. "Shopping trip. Saturday. In?" I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice the underlying desperation in my proposal. 

 "Shopping?! Yay!! I love shopping! Ohh, I saw this BEAUTIFUL bag in New Look, I so want it! Plus, it's my mum's birthday soon, and I HAVE to get her something. How about you?"  Lola glances at me once she is pulled out of her world of shopping excitement.

 "Me? Oh, yeah. I really need a new school bag. Look, it's covered in banana and face powder, I can't wash it! And I'm getting something smaller too. It's SO heavy!" I enthuse, just to appease her. I think I have said enough for her to carry on the conversation on her own. And I as right, since she began whittering on about bags and what her mum likes. Basically just talking to herself. In the end, I pulled out my chocolate pillow, waved it at Lola with a tired smile, and settled down on it for a little nap. As I was about to drift off, my form tutor began reading out the announcements. Nothing special, but, God, her voice is loud and annoying. Not very comforting when you're trying to sleep. I should have tried Tillie's hypnosis recording she gave me yesterday. And that's when I remembered that I was fifteen. A proper teenager, not just coming out of pre-teen. None of the adults can think THAT now. And with that thought and a smile, I drifted off to sleep... For thirty seconds, because then the bell rang. I groaned and pulled my aching muscles up to my feet. I followed Tillie to Maths. Groan. Maths.

 

 After 100 minutes of torture (Maths) I stumbled out to the yard. A little way off, I saw Lola's boyfriend, Tom. I had never liked him. He seems... I don't know, just a little off, all the time. He caught my eye, and began to walk over. For a moment, I was apprehensive and thought about walking away, but then he smiled and waved. I was more than a little confused, but I tentatively waved back. When he reached me, I realised we were standing behind the Art block, where no one else could see us. This scares me a little (a lot) because this was the general area where people go to pull. "He doesn't want to pull, does he??" I thought. "I can't do that to Lola!" But after a moment, he answered that question for me, because then he stuck his tongue down my throat! I slapped my hands on his face and tried to shove him off me. He looked at me like I am a cow that doesn't want to be milked. And I looked at him like he is a cow slaughterer. (Stop with the cow analogies, brain. This is a serious issue.) The first and only thing I could manage to say to him was "WHAT... was that?!" I was sure the look in my eyes was half mad, my hair all messed up from his rough hands, and my lippy was probably all over my face. It was all over his at least. 

 He said nothing, just walked off. I ran after him and grabbed his arm. "I'm not leaving until I get an explanation!" 

 Tom just looked at me, his grey eyes blank and expressionless. "I was saving you."

 I just stared at him like he was completely insane. "Saving me from WHAT?!" 

 "Your boyfriend. Jake." He dropped his gaze becaus he could probably tell that that was the wrong thing to say. Andhe couldn't have been more right.

 "WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH JAKE!!!" I yelled at him. He shut down completely. Again, all the life drained out of his eyes, and he turned to walk off again. I could see that I was the one who would have to be a mature adult in this situation. I put my hand on his arm, softly this time. "Tom. Look at this bracelet." He turned to me, surprised by my gentle touch. "This is from Jake. He loves me. I love him. No one needs to be saved, okay? Well, no one except Lola." His eyes widened at that last part. Had he actually forgotten about Lola?! He murmured her name. I looked at him, waiting for him to explain. 

"I didn't think... I just... Lola! I really like her... What am I doing?!" He had a look of genuine remorse in his eyes. He ran off. He'd better hope I don't tell her. She can be very violent when she wants to be.

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