Anne pov
School was no better than home.
This was a fact because I knew I got Julie and her gang waiting to embarrass me just like she does everyday, and Jason and his crew ready to pick on me during classes.
I can't believe I had a crush on that douche bag in 7th grade.
Dear God let me just be left alone today.
After my mother death the bullying got worse than before, much worse than I expected. They all blamed me for my mother death.
Sigh
I finally got to school
I had to blend in with the crowd so that I won't be noticed and therefore, avoid trouble. So I covered my face with my hoodie, walked through the school hallway quickly and successfully got to my locker. I made sure I picked up some of my emergency tools like my butter spray, though it wasn't going to do much but in case I got into a minor trouble, I could still make use of it.
Fully prepared, I walked to class
I stood in front of my class door, reaching out to push open the door
I knew that there was probably some bucket of water, popcorn, or some other stuffs waiting for me at the front of the door and I also knew that if i messed up this prank, the consequences would be far worse.
Unfortunately, I forgot to carry extra clothes like I used to and i think i forgot my phone cause I had had to quickly run away from home
Probably won't go back in a week or two
Well....let's do this
I took a deep breath and....
Crash
A basin of water splashed all over me
'Thank God it is water or I would have to go on with my day with sticky, liquid fluids'
Laughter erupted from the class
"It never gets old" Jason's voice sounded out from the laughter
Don't cry! Don't scream! Just move!!! Move!!!
I bowed my head and walked briskly to my desk at the far end of the class
I really liked my desk cause it was close to the window, with that, i could look outside and stare to oblivion whenever the teacher was teaching
I could feel the sneering and mocking gazes all over me when I walked up to my desk
Stop looking at me! All of you turn away! Don't look!!!
My heart kept pounding loudly, I could hear it, and I could feel it. However, my fear was non-existent on my face
I could not allow it to be seen
Over the years, I had perfectly honed the control of my facial expressions. I could not allow anyone to see what I was truly thinking nor feeling, or I would be completely shattered.
I looked at my desk and chair which carried the same scars as mine, bearing all the harsh words that had been thrown at me, each mark and pain etching deep into the wood
Go die! Hang yourself, ugly bitch , smelling rat, murderer!!! Make this world a better place and just die! Piece of shit!!!
It contained every toxic word one could think of, but i didn't hate it like i did before rather, I now see it as form of punishment for causing the death of my mother and I am glad to receive the punishment, with that, i would be able to pay my sins
I will admit that I am usually scared, fearful and nervous most times I read those words, my hands would sometimes shiver in fear, my heart would pound loudly, and....
Those voices in my head.....Still can't get them out
I sat down and a burst of pain erupted through my body
'Darn, the water must have seeped through the bandages and touched the injuries'
I needed to change my bandages but i could only do it after class
"Tch the bitch expression didn't change" Jason scoffed, obviously annoyed by it
"Try harder and maybe you'll succeed" one of his friends or rather, lackey, said
"Just leave her alone, she is weird but what do you expect from someone who killed her own mother" Julie glanced at me and snickered "ugly pig"
She was right
I did cause her death
If it was before, I would run up to her and start screaming erratically, but now....
I just looked out the window
'Sorry mom'
Creak
The door opened and our class teacher, Mr. Watson, walked in with a really handsome boy.
Mr Watson looked at me, a sympathetic expression lying on his face, but he quickly washed it off and looked away.
It was no longer a new thing to him and i guess he was already tired of complaining
I really appreciate the man though
When the whole bullying started, he tried stopping them. He reported to school authorities, always sent Julie, Jason and their lackeys to detention, however, all his efforts were for nought due to the fact that Julie and Jason parents were the major people who donated most of the facilities the school currently made use of and the school didn't want to want to offend their benefactors so they only scolded Julie and Jason for a bit, and he got his car smashed at the end of the day. And besides, he noticed that anytime he helped me, the bullying got worse so he just decided to stop
He had tried to convince me to leave the school but where would I go to
"This is Ian Sterling, he would be joining you guys from today"
I looked at the new kid and studied him
He looked 6ft3 , his slightly ruffled short jet black hair brought out his almond shaped eyes with golden pupils which looked really, really, really bored?! Why does he have that looked? Isn't he supposed to be excited, scared or confident? Why can't I see any of that in his eyes? But that bored look did have a sort of attraction to it, it made him look mysterious. His face was neatly sculptured and he had well defined muscles.
He wore a blue top with black jeans and black sandals, a pretty plain look if you ask me however, it didn't affect his appeal at all. He is probably going to be among the popular or the jocks. This was obvious because of the way Julie and the girls were ogling at him and Jason and some other boys were sending envious glares at him.
"Go and take a seat a sit" Mr. Watson said to Ian after he was done with the introduction
Julie eyes widened in excitement and she pushed away the girl sitting at the desk beside hers and patted it, gesturing for Ian to come and sit down
Ian walked pass her, not even sparing her a glance.
Julie expression distorted
The whole class all held their urges to laugh because they knew that Julie would probably make it hard for them when Mr. Watson leaves
'Pfft'
I wanted to laugh out loud too but luckily, I still had my perfect expression on my face
This kind of thing hardly happened to Julie and it was so fun seeing her distorted expression.
The new kid walked up to me, went to the desk behind mine, pulled out the chair, and sat down
'What the...'
I felt a light tap on my back
I turned back and I saw Ian with a friendly smile resting on his lips, his eyes still had that bored expression but with a flicker of interest in it
"hi, I am Ian , your new desk mate. What is your name?"
'Shit!!! Boy, do you want me dead?!!'
I felt Julie's cold gaze
Shiver