Wrong Timings

Jodie thinks her life is bad enough, being made fun of for being true to who she is, and for standing up for what she believes in. However she happens to be in the worst position shes ever felt, can she get out of it? Well not even she herself knows...

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1. A not so average day..

I had the most guiltiest conscience. I didnt know why, but I know I was about to find out, fresh new school day with fresh harrassment prepared to blow up in my face.

"Jodie, darling wake up. I'll make you a bowl of coco pops your favourite, while you're getting ready!"  Edith Maddison my mother yelled up the stairs.

"Muuuuum, Im not 5 you know!" I yelled back.

"Oh so no coco pops?" She sounded joyous as she said that.

I pulled my school jumper over my head muttering as I did so.

"Yes please! And the chocolate straws! Love you!" I hurried chirply trying to make her good mood last.

I thought about how my day may start and how my day may end. I've been I  trouble at school expelled twice and suspended 3 times, one more suspension and then I can make it 3 exclusions. I dont try to make it sound although I'm happy about being expelled because I'm not. I disappoint my mother. She had every right to get in one of her moods. My mind had wandered into too much depth before school so I trundled downstairs to eat my breakfast listening to capital rock. The best radio in town. I tuned in just to listen to the end of black veil brides.

"Jodie is your school bag packed?"

"Yes mum! Stop harrassing me!" I shouted back to her.

"I get enough of that from school," I softly muttered under my musky breath.

"Pardon, young lady?" She appeared in the doorway as I shoved the last gobful of coco pops in my mouth.

I smiled a really guilty smile, reassuring her I didn't say anything. She chuckled at my failed attempt.

"Now you, have a good day today sweetheart. Please promise me no more trouble." She looked sad as she spoke her mind to me.

"Mum please, I am trying but school gets so difficult for me to handle." I pleaded at her to understand and feel my pain.

"Yes yes of course darling I understand, well I will see you again tomorrow morning as Im spending the night around Marks tonight." She kissed me on the forehead and smiled as I walked out of the door.

Mark was mums bestfriend. She tells him everything, whenever she felt alone or if If I got into trouble at school he would be there, and I would get a wittering text from him saying how Im doing my mums head in. However he was actually  a decent bloke, unlike some others.

I sneaked into school late as I had gone to the corner shops to get my favourite, fruit pastilles.

I went to my locker to get my timetable out, as I turned the corner there was all the 'popular' group. As shallow as it sounds we get given labels.. Im an emo in my school/ I don't really care what people say about me as it doesn't hurt my feelings by much.

As I walked over to my locker there they all were sniggering I looked at my lockers and there where labels such as 'emo' and 'fag' and 'sket' and telling me to go die. I read them and chuckled to myself realising just how shallow they were. They stopped laughing as they saw me laughing with the labels in my hand and coming towards them.

"You think this is funny don't you?" I spat at them, there must have been about six of them I was talking to.

"Course we do you ugly twat, why would we have done it?" They sneered back.

"The thing that you don't understand is I'm not hurt by your foul mouthed words, they are just petty and irresponsible," I argued back

"Well, we'll stop calling you names then." Leona smiled a greasy smile at me, she was the head of the popular ones.

"Yeah and how can I trust that, you had plenty of chances to stop earlier on so why stop now?" I questioned, I was very curious about there sudden decision.

"Well you said to stop with the words, and so we will." She smiled slyly.

With that Deon moved from the back and clenched his fist.

"Don't you dare!" I screeched before I was knocked out.

 

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