My BIG Journey

'Sorry Alicia! My camera won't work!' I said into my computer screen.
'Sorry love... but who's Alicia?'
I froze... my camera wasn't working and all the person could hear was me... speaking.
"Umm-uhh... I'm terrib-bly sorry, I m-must have the w-wrong Skype!' I stuttered.
This guy was completely hot... and I knew him from somewhere...
"What's your name?" his british accent asked me.
"Evie" I waited for a response
"What a lovely name! I just wish that I could see your face!"
This was just my lucky day that he didn't see me... VERY lucky. Being obese isn't easy...
"Anyways, I know you are probably beautiful!" The guy smiled.
'Pssssh... yeah right' I thought to myself. But it felt good to hear someone say such a thing.. I've never heard the word beautiful being spoken to me.
I laughed and smiled.
"I love your laugh, too!"
"My name is....'

Read to find out who this guy is and follow Evie on her BIG journey. :)

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22. Chapter 19- Back to School... MUST READ for those who have been waiting

       I awoke at 4 the next morning. School didn't even start until 8.

The following night, my step-mother and father called the school to inform them of my arrival. I got a new schedule and everything!

English first, cultural arts, reading, social studies, and science last. I was quite excited. Hopefully I could actually make REAL friends.

I know that Alicia probably isn't my friend anymore. I don't understand why. She never answered my calls or emails, and when she did call, she was quick about it. I could literally tell that she didn't want to talk to me, hearing it in her voice.

It was just another piece of me taken away, and it added on to my motivation...

 

Getting up from my bed, I smiled... a little too widely.

I walked quietly over to my bathroom, where I washed my face and started up the shower.

Recently, i've been searching up hygiene and beauty tips to help with my "new start."

Elizabeth helped me pick out neat-smelling body washes and shampoos, conditioners, deorderants, and perfumes.

My acne is pretty much cleared up, and I now just wear blush and mascara, suggested by my step mother.

 

I thoroughly washed my hair and body (it smelled like strawberries...) and blow dried my hair the way my new hairdresser, Kim, showed me. The blow dried effect caused slight waves at the tips of my long, dark brown hair. It actually looked nice! <<< surprise surprise

I already picked my outfit for today last night, a floral printed dress that stopped at mid-thy and its sleeves went half way down my arms. My shoes were cute and comfy turquoise toms.

By then, it was 7:30.... how could I lose track of time that easily?

I quickly applied some blush and a bit of mascara to my eyes and rushed down the stairs, only to be startled by my step-mother.

I jumped.

"Well good morning young lady!" she spoke to me cheerfully.

I sighed in relief. "Good morning." I smiled at her while throwing on my light brown leather jacket.

"Are you gonna eat something hun?" she questioned.

I shook my head. "I can't, I don't have time..." I said quietly.

She walked into the kitchen and came back with my new bag and a bowl filled with a small of fruit.

I laughed while hugging her. 'Thank you mom!"

Saying that I quickly looked down... that was the first time I actually called her 'mom.'

She looked at me with caring eyes while rubbing my shoulder.

"The pleasures on me," she replied.

 

I quickly ate up the fruit and grabbed my bag.

Rushing over to the bathroom, I looked over in the mirror while applying red lipstick. It was another suggestion from Elizabeth... again.

When I heard my step mother honk our car's horn outside, I rushed outside and into the car.

She insisted on driving me to school so that I wouldn't have to catch the bus every morning.

Man.. was I grateful.

 

The drive was quite relaxing yet nerve wrecking as I gathered my thoughts on how my day back at school would be like.

Would they make fun of me?

Spill milk on my hair?

Trip me like they used to do?

It's been about three months since my last official day of school has taken place.

What was I supposed to expect?

 

When we pulled up to the school, it was 8:15... I was late.

My mom told me that it was okay and that the school knew that I might be tardy.

All of a sudden, I thought of Liam... but I didn't want to think about him. All he brought to me was sadness...

 

"Well kiddo, have a nice day. Be yourself love, and smile. Just smile," she encouraged.

I hugged her tightly and nervously smiled.

"Here I go..." I murmured.

Stepping out of the car and closing the door behind me, I started to make my war towards the door.

Opening the door, I casually walked towards the front office and gave the lady that I recognized a warm smile.

"Good Morning honey! What's your name?" the lady questioned.

"Evie... Evie Sarabel," I spoke quietly.

"Miss Sarabel? Oh honey! We were expecting you! I saw you on the news!" she spoke cheerfully.

I smiled. "That's me."

She immediately smiled back while handing me my schedule.

"Just jump right in to your first period class and have a lovely day Miss Sarabel!"

"Thank you very much, to you as well," I spoke back politely.

Walking out the door of the lobby, I headed towards my english class, that stampede of buffalos deciding to come back again.

Once I reached the entrance of the classroom, I sighed.

I was completely nervous. People knew me. A lot of people knew me.

"Cmon E-Evie, let's do this..." I spoke to myself.

Opening the door, I felt all eyes on me... more like SAW all eyes on me.

Mrs. Miller smiled widely at me.

"Well hello there Miss Sarabel! How nice of it for you to join us!"

Again, I slightly smiled at her, nervous as heck.

Looking around the classroom, I saw many familiar faces... especially the faces of the ones who bullied me.

I gulped.

"You can just take a seat wherever you wish, we're in the middle of a lesson about poetry," she spoke,

Looking around once more, I saw only one seat.... and it was between the main two guys that bullied me... Justin and Jack.

Sighing, I slowly walked over to my "destined" seat while trying not make eye contact with them.

But I couldn't help but feel their eyes on me. They both looked startled... more like surprised I should say.

Removing my leather jacket quietly and placing it on the back of my chair, Mrs. Miller walked up to me and set down a packet on poetry on my desk. She gave a me another smile and I returned it, trying not to set off a bad impression.

Looking to my left at Jack, I noticed that he was staring at me, staring at me with wide eyes. He quickly looked away while smiling to himself.

I shivered at the thought of being bullied again.

Mrs. Miller began her lesson as I picked up my new bag while reaching my hand in it.

I sighed with relief once my hand touched a pencil case.

It was floral printed, and when I opened it, it was filled with lead pencils, pens, and erasers.

Pulling out a lead pencil and eraser, I tried focusing my ears on the lesson, but all I could hear was whispers, whispers from all around.

 

In the middle of the lesson, Mrs. Miller asked us a question.

 "So class, I will be very impressed if someone knows what method William Shakesphere used mostly in his poems. Does anyone know?" She questioned.

I totally knew.

Poetry was another piece of me that I have locked away for sometime now.

I raised my hand slowly and reluctantly when no one else did.

When she spotted me, she smirked, as if she knew that I would say the right answers.

"Yes Miss Sarabel?"

I hesitated.

"The Iambic pentameter," I murmured.

"I'm sorry, what was that sweety?"

"The iambic pentameter," I said again but a bit louder.

She gasped. "That is quite correct.... well said Miss Sarabel. I am impressed..." she said in awe.

And again, I heard whispering.

When I glanced over to my right side this time, I saw that Justin was staring at me as well. He reacted in the same way as Jack.

 

This happened for the rest of my morning classes, until lunch came.

In the hallway, I talked to no one, and no one actually talked to me... but I knew that they were talking about me.

I hoped that it wasn't anything bad..

When I reached the lunch table, I pulled out a cute lunch pouch that my mom got me.

She packed a lunch for me... how sweet.

I quickly chose a table that was empty. I didn't want to eat in the bathrooms anymore...  I wanted to be a normal kid eating in the lunchroom with everyone else. If I wanted to be a movement's activist, I needed to man up..

This time though, I brought a book with me, just so that I could keep my eyes on something other than the people whispering about me.

Almost immediately after I opened my book, I heard multiple chairs slide out.

People were sitting with me.

I looked up and moved my eyes over the faces of the people who have decided to sit with me.

They all stared at me and smiled, but most of them just stared.

There were exactly eleven people, including Jack and Justin, and the considered-to-be popular girls.

Well, better not start off my 'first impression' thing with silence.

 

"Hi," I spoke to them, looking them in the eyes while giving them a slight yet friendly smile.

Jack looked me in the eye, searching for something in them.

"Damn you're hot..." he murmured while smirking at me.

I could feel myself blushing already... how embarrassing...

 

They all continued to stare at me, sort of observing me in a way, and I decided to break the silence.

"So how are all of you?" I questioned politely while continuing to look around.

Maybe that was a little outgoing....

 

"She's polite, smart, good-looking... I'm jealous," a girl I didn't know spoke.

 

Okay... it's been about seven minutes, and they're still just staring at me while eating.

That's when the questions started to pop up.

"Your name's Eve right?" one asked.

"It's actually Evie," I corrected while smiling at her.

"Ohhh... we didn't kno-"

"I knew," Justin interrupted while looking at the girl, and then immediately turned back to me.

Everyone started asking questions then.

"So do you have any other friends?"

"No," I spoke quietly.

"Are you a single child?"

"Are you're parents divorced?"

"Do you know that you're kinda famous?"

"How did you become so pretty?"

 

And the questions went on and on until I answered all of them and the bell rang.

Packing up my lunch and grabbing my bag, I stood up, about to leave.

Everyone else stood up as well and followed me out of the lunchroom.

In the hallway, they continued to parade me questions, which I sware that I tried to answer all of them! I tried.

Until the principal came.

"Alright you crazy kids! Give the girl some space! It's her first day back! I'm sure she'll answer all of your questions later, being the kind person that she is, but you must first give her some time to breathe!" he screeched.

A lot of the girls and guys rolled their eyes as they touched or grabbed my arms telling me that they'd talk to me later.

Talk to me later?

I barely knew anyone's name.

But I have to admit... I did feel pretty awesome at the time.

The other half of the day went on like the beginning, except I was back at the whispering stage.

 

When the last bell rang, I pulled on my leather jacket and picked up my bag, proceeding to the front doors.

My step mother was going to pick me up.

I almost reached the door when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, and lips were slightly pressed to my ear.

 

"Hey sweet lips," the voice spoke. Jack.

I removed his arms and turned around to look at him.

"Can I help you?" I questioned him quietly.

He then back me into the lockers, towering me with his face not too far away from mine.

Of course, I tried backing up, but the lockers were there....

"W-what do you w-want?" my voice trembled nervously.

He chuckled while looking down at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

 

Oh hell no...

He quickly pressed his lips on to mine while roughly trying to slip his tongue into my mouth.

It was disgusting....

I attempted to push him away but his body was just too much for me to handle.

 

My eyes started to sting when he wouldn't stop. I didn't like this.

When I got a breather, I yelled for help, but he just placed his lips back on mine, continuing.

 

A few seconds later, I felt his body being lifted off of me, and I sighed in relief.

Some guy was throwing punches at him, and I watched in shock as blood fell from Justin's nose as I slid down the lockers and onto the floor.

 

"You stay away from her!" the guy yelled.

Wait... I knew that voice...

 

"L-Liam?" I questioned startled.

 

When he turned around, tears flooded my face.

 

It was him.

 

 

 

Hoping you enjoyed the update :) Don't forget to comment 'Liam <3' lovess <<<

More tomorrow? Sureee, why not?

 

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