Claire's POV

I carefully wrote in my locker combination then opened it. I loaded off my heavy textbooks inside. My eyes caught the mirror that i glued to my locker door. I lifted my chin. Searching for the scar on my neck. Yep, it was right there. A scar remained from being hanged for 30 seconds by my step-father. A tear ran from my eye. I quickly wiped it away when i saw Yasmine coming my way. "Sup girl" She shrieked. I gave her a toothless smile. "How are you Yaz?" I asked trying to sound excited to see her after 2 months. "Am good. But you don't look so good" Her smile turned around as she started to examine my bruises. I had to stop her before she saw any. "So you have to tell me, how was the vacation?" Her face beamed as if she was dying for me to ask that question. "well, we got a room in this extravagant hotel" she began reminiscing but i just tuned her out and mocked her. Blah blah blah... then we went to this party... and blah blah blah.. then i met this guy...  and blah blah blah.. I slept with him... blah blah. the end. Most of her stories end that way so i just figured. "Claire?"she got me out of my reverie. "Did you even hear a word i just said?" she complained. "uhhh" I began but i got saved by the bell. "Gotta get to class. bye"I ran off. 

The class was half empty. everyone was on their way but i'm glad i was early. I had the opportunity to choose my new seat. I chose the one in the center of the classroom. Thankfully it wasn't taken yet. I sat and stared blankly outer space. I started to survey my life. I was 16, motherless, fatherless, friendless- no offence to Yasmine, practically homeless since the place i live, was NO home for a child, brotherless- since the murder of my mother, my brother was framed and placed in jail for life. Sometimes i have to ask, why me? "Earth to Claire. Come back Claire" Mr. Atkinson interrupted me. My cheeks got red as everyone started staring at me. Mr. Atkinson was my favourite form teacher since 9th grade so i am elated that he is still my form teacher for 5th form. I knew him since he was 14 while I was 10. My mom was a maid and so she brought me to work with her everyday for the Atkinson family and that's where I met Chad. He raised an eyebrow at me in concern questioning if i'm ok. I nodded and he smiled. He began dictating notes and i wrote my task effortlessly. 

After my last class was dismissed, I ran out of the classroom and through the halls. I didn't even stop to say bye to Yasmine. I had to reach home early. I stood on the side of the road awaiting a taxi but i couldn't get any. I was going to be late if i didn't get one now. A BMW car stopped at my feet. It was navy blue and pristine as if it was just bought. The dim windows slowly rolled down to reveal Mr. Atkinson. "Get in" He said but my feet were too stubborn. "Come on Claire, or i will have to lift you inside" He joked and smiled sweetly. I gave up and got in the passenger seat.

He drove off. I looked around in the car. I was awe struck by its glamour. "You like? I just bought it yesterday" He beamed. "Yea. its beautiful Mr. Atkinson" I commented. "Claire, please. We've been over this. When we're not in the class, call me Chad" He stated seriously looking at me for a short second then turned his attention back to the road. "Ok Mr. Atkinson" I stubbornly repeated and we both laughed. "I miss you" He said sweetly. My breath hitched in my throat. I finally reached my destination. I reached for the door but he held my hand. "Without a kiss?" He asked with pouted lips. I rolled my eyes. "Chad, i can't." I told him as I looked down. "Why? Is there really someone else?" He asked feeling hurt. "Bye" I said then got out. I couldn't stay to watch him leave since i was 13 minutes late. I ran to the apartment and inserted my key in the door. Instead of being greeted with a warm hug or a 'good afternoon step daughter' i got a slap across my face. It was so hard i hit my head in the wall.

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