Chapter 8
Amelia's POV
I wake to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding myself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, my eyes were still shut as I soaked in the warmth of my covers before letting my blue eyes see the sun's rays.
Slowly the memories from last night invade my brain. How did I escape? And how did I end up here, in my bed?
I remember running through the woods, away from those strange men but I don't recall ever making it back to the house....and in my bed?
I shrug off the questions and hop out of bed. I stood up too quickly cause my vision sways and I feel light headed for a couple of seconds.
Leaning on the wall, making my way to the door, I realize I'm still in yesterdays clothes. Now that's weird.
I open the door and make my way downstairs. I am lured into the kitchen by the smell of blueberries and freshly baked pancakes. I see Pa at the stove, flipping the pancakes up and over.
I wonder if he's noticed if I was gone last night. Or if the school rang him up and told him about my little escape from school. He doesn't seem to notice me behind him so I speak first.
"Good morning, Pops," I greet him, hoping he doesn't bring anything up.
"Good morning, Amelia," he replies, getting out plates from the cupboard.
He never calls me 'Amelia' unless he knows something up. Oh god....I'm stuffed. I knew I wasn't gonna get away with anything! I never do!
If he did know anything he didn't push it. That's what I love about Pop. He doesn't talk about anything you don't bring up. He's just the type of person I need right now.
Someone that looks after me but stays out of my business. I've always dreamed of having that with mum and dad, but I've hoped long enough to know its never gonna happen. They're just not functioned to be that way. Well, not with me anyway.
"So what do you have on today?" he asked, bringing the plates of warm moist pancakes over, placing them on the table.
I was about to reply but then I realized I haven't checked yet because of my little outburst yesterday. I've never lied to Pops but I knew if I didn't, he's awfully upset. After all, he is paying for me to attend this school part-time.
I grab my fork, look down at my plate of crispy, sticky cakes and take a bite. I moan to the taste of it melting in my mouth. "I haven't looked yet," I reply slowly, half expecting him to raise his voice.
He just raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. Phew.
We sat there for the rest of the meal in silence, the only noise was the scraping of forks on plates.
I excused myself and went upstairs to get changed for school. I had to face my fears. Today I wasn't gonna let those bitchy girls get to me. I was determined to prove myself worthy of being strong and confident.
I put a pair of blue jean shorts, a Fault In Our Stars crop-top and a pair of blue converse.
I was already beginning to feel some good vibes seeping through my veins.
Tying my lases, I jump up, swung my shoulder bag over my shoulder and head for the front door.
"Have a good day, angel," Pa yells from the kitchen.
"Bye!," I reply, closing them behind me.
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I'm late for school. My first day and I'm already late! There was so much traffic on the motorway that I couldn't even overtake someone.
I'm rushing down the corridor whilst trying to see what class I have on my timetable. How do I read this thing? It's so complicated!
I think I have Health in room 33 so I look around which takes me almost 5 mins and another minute to compose myself before going into the room full of students.
I take a deep breath and open the door. All faces turn to look at me and I go bright red.
The teacher is just standing there, a price of chalk still attached to the board. I see some students chewing gum and clicking pens whilst others doodle in their books and send paper planes flying across the room.
I gulp and turn to look at the teacher again, hoping he'll give me some instructions on where to sit. He gives me a blank look. Very helpful. Looks like I'll be the first one talking.
"Um, I'm-" Across the room someone snickers something to the person next to them. I try to compose myself for I fear my anger will rise again, and I didn't want that happening here.
"I'm-" Another snicker. I try again but louder this time. It happens again. The teacher doesn't even seem to notice for he's gone back to drawing on the board.
"Excuse me," I shout, the girl diverting her eyes towards me.
"I'm sorry w-where you talking to me?" She puts her fake fingernailed hand on her chest and looked around innocently.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I was." This bitch was already giving me a migraine. I knew she was going to be a problem from the moment she opened her skanky mouth.
She got up from her chair and slowly walked toward me, making sure to look as elegant as possible on the way.
"Your new to this school so I'm going to cut you some slack but, you should know that in this school IM the Queen. You got that?"
My calm mood went plummeting down to the pit of my stomach, only for my raging temper to be set free. This bitch has crossed the line and she's not getting away with it!
"Awe, did I upset you? What are you gonna do about it? Huh?"
Her voice was blocked out of my ears, as I tried to control the rage burning inside if me.
My eyes narrowed as the girl continued taunting me. She was tall and beautiful, but a pretty face wasn't going to get her out of this.
I felt it. Something inside of me snapped.
"What did you say?" I asked, tightening my ponytail. The girl looked unimpressed.
A cruel sneer formed on her smooth face and she leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into mine. "I said, there is no way a little girl like you is capable of fighting me."
I take a step forward. "You wanna bet?"
"Oh, plea-" And I lunge at her, my nails digging into her perfect porcelain face.
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Hey sweets! Don't be mad at me! I'm sorry I haven't updated in AGES! I kinda had writer's block and I have been very busy at school. I have just started another year of school and I am already exhausted! I would have updated earlier but my internet was stuffed. I will try to update as soon as possible. ;) Bye!
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