I walked as slowly as I possibly could to science, since that was one of the worst subject I had. I took 10 minutes to get there, realising I was late for class, again. But yet again, when was the last time I arrived to class on time? I slowly pushed the door open, seeing that class had started.
The teacher turned away from the board, frowning at my late arrival. I mumbled a quick apology and scanned the room for an empty seat. There were only two seats left, one next to Luke, and one next to his best friend, Calum. I weighed my choices out here. Calum hates me equally as much as Luke, but sitting next to Luke 2 times in a row would be pretty bad, so I took the seat next to Calum.
He huffed when I sat down next to him, and kicked me as hard as he could. I grunted quite loudly at the pain, which caused the teacher to turn around again and glare at me.
“Natasha, first you enter my class late, and then you decide to disrupt my class. That’s another detention for you.” She turned back to the board to continue with the class.
I groaned, that was the 4th detention I had received that week, and it was only Wednesday. Calum has a smirk plastered on his face, satisfied with what he had done. I rolled my eyes angrily and tried to make sense of what the teacher was saying.
The whole lesson Calum was annoying me. He would take my stuff, kick me, punch me, draw on my stuff, laugh when I make mistakes, and just do anything he can to make me mad.
Eventually the lesson ended, and I bolted out of the classroom. I sprinted to the music rooms, desperate to get away from all these people. I was puffing when I got there, desperately yanking the door open. But the door wouldn’t budge.
I tried again, and kept trying. Why was it locked? Mrs. Jones knew to always keep the classroom unlocked for me, even when she wasn’t in the room. I sighed, wondering what I was to do all of lunch now. Suddenly it hit me. I was surrounded by people who could beat me up any minute, with no form of protection at all.
Panicked, I ran to the bathrooms, not looking whether I was going to run into someone or anything. But I guess I should’ve, because I ran straight into a girl, which made her spill her drink all over herself.
“What the fuck, watch where you’re going bitch,” she growled, shoving me away, causing me to fall over. I winced as my head hit the ground, making me feel dizzy.
I slowly got up, and staggered towards the bathrooms. I locked myself in a stall and started crying. I don’t know why I was crying, but it felt good to let it all out. The last time I cried was ages ago. Too long ago for me to remember.
I stayed like this for the whole of lunch, reluctantly unlocking the stall when the bell went. I shuffled my way to class, keeping my head down, knowing my eyes were red and puffy and my face was stained with tears.
I arrived 10 minutes late, but I guess the teacher was use to me being late. He just sighed and told me to quickly sit down. I sat up the back corner all by myself, taking my books out.
The rest of the day went on as usual, people ignoring me, only paying attention to me long enough to just make fun of me. Eventually, school ended, which meant I had to go home. I really hoped dad wasn’t home. I really wasn’t in the mood to face him.
I slowly opened the front door, listening for him. My heart stopped when I heard the TV on and someone mumbling things about hating life. Maybe if I just crept up the stairs without a sound he wouldn’t notice me.
I made my way up the stairs, slowly, trying to remain unnoticed. Sadly, he looked up at me, glaring.
“and what do you think you’re doing trying to get away from me like that,” he growled, getting up to make his way to me.
I gulped, clutching my bag as tightly as I could, knowing what I was in for.