High school.
One place that can either make your life hell, or be the best years of your life. Maybe it's down to luck, and it's the people who are there that decipher which end of the stick you get, the people who eye out the weak and unpopular like predators.
Or maybe it's the fact that it's compulsory and we have to go for five freaking days a week for just about 6 hours. Just thinking about going to my new school makes me wanna hibernate in my room all day and binge watch 'Shameless'. Again.
I mean on the bright side, I do know one girl called Maya. She went to my old school and also moved. We weren't the best of friends, but she was nice in general.
okay Bree, who the fuck am I to whine about school. I should be glad I have a clean slate, considering how ridiculously hard it's been for the majority of my life.
I've been living with the person I call my mum for nearly a year now and I have already grown to love her. My biological dad was pretty much a monster, and that's being nice...I was abused and treated like absolute shit, especially when he was drinking, which somehow amplified his anger towards everyone and everything.
Mum died during child birth so I never got to meet her, and I struggle to even remember a time when Trevor was sober. Maybe the man started his addiction because of her death, but who knows.
He would hurt me physically, and in tow came the mental side. He would say that if I told anyone about what was happening, he'd end my life.
It got worse as I grew older, he began putting more responsibility on my shoulders and I had to keep the house from falling apart while Trevor gambled and drank his life away.
Eventually I was brave enough to seek help at the police, and figured that I'd rather him kill me and go to jail, then to put up with the bullshit anymore. From there, I was sent to live with my foster mum who also had a child, Bryan, who I now call my brother.
Long story short, I'm still mentally and physically scarred from the years of abuse, often wondering if the monsters still out there despite seeing him put behind bars with my own eyes.
"Get the hell up!" Bryan yells, pounding on the bedroom door. I groan, rubbing my tired eyes before sitting up in bed.
Checking the time on my phone, I see that it's-
"7:30!" shit, "I'm up, I'm up!"
"About time." He mocks with an eye roll that I can just see through the door, and I huff in reply. I wash my face, tie my hair into a top knot and chuck on an outfit. I quickly post on Instagram after begging Bryan to take the photo. I crop out my face because I look like walking PMS, and then do my everyday makeup.
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Grabbing a granola bar, I hug my mum and walk to the door. Please, Please, please don't be late. "Bryan, get your ass down here! School!"
"Language, Bree." My mum says but bites back a chuckle. Her eyes wrinkle slightly around the edges due to her expression, and I smile back. I'm so incredibly lucky that she took me in and I wasn't one of those poor kids who are stuck in unstable homes forever.
It took me a while to warm up to the idea of a new family and life, but now that the new school year's starting, I'm more than ready to embrace another change.
"Calm your tits. I'm coming." Bryan says sliding down the smooth, wooden banister.
He makes his way out the door to his Audi and I follow him into it with a tired sigh. Maybe going to bed so late wasn't a good idea considering I now look like a racoon on steroids.
"You nervous?" He asks once he's pulled out of the driveway and speeding onto the quiet street.
"kind of, but like also excited. What about you?"
"fuck no, I know a bunch of the guys already. We go to parties together."
"Of course you do," I lay the sarcasm on thick. I do go out partying but not like he does. He's the close to blackout, can't remember shit the next morning type of guy.
***
The front building looks huge next to my small frame. I sling my backpack onto my shoulder and breathe. Remember to breathe. Students don't seem to acknowledge our presence, which helps to fit in.
A few stares were directed to Bryan, obviously girls think he's hot already. His light brown hair and hazel eyes appeal to the majority of girls. Not to mention the fact that he's already strutting the halls like he owns the damn place.
I walk to the office, Bryan doesn't even bother and already mucking around with his mates, so I grab my new timetable.
Double English first then I have double sport. Lucky I thought to bring yoga tights. Pat on the back Bree. Then I have double PDH.
Just as I turn to walk out I crash into someone, and stumble back to catch myself.
"Watch yourself," I hiss, repositioning the handful of books in my arms, and take a step back from the wall of muscle I crashed into.
My mouth forms an 'o' when I look up at the person and our eyes meet. His eyes are bright blue, his body tanned and strongly built, with wide shoulders and a muscly body. He's wearing a plain black shirt which pulls tight at his biceps, with grey trackies and vans.
He looks annoyed until our eyes make contact and his features soften. But not his jawline, that thing could cut metal.
"You watch your self, clumsy." The guy says coldly, but I can see in his eyes that he isn't genuinely mad. Then two other guys come over and practically flank him, and the twinkle in his eye fades, a blank expression taking over. They seem to notice me standing there and smirk.
"What're you smirking at?" I ask crossing my arms.
"You sweetheart." One of them says, obviously amused.
"Yeah don't." Internal cringe. "wipe that shit off your face." I finish and the guy I crashed into looks somewhat satisfied with how I took it, his lips curving up slightly. The others just look taken aback, their eyes slightly wider. Obviously they're not used to people not taking their weird stares.
Just like that, I walk off, not wasting my time on any of them.
"Cya clumsy." The guy calls as I shove my way past them. I mock salute with my back to him, and walk out of the office, a smile dancing on my lips.
"Oh shit!" I say when I check the time. Class is about to start and I don't even know where the room is. T1 is the room apparently, according to the useless timetable.
"You're the new girl, aye?" Someone says when they notice me looking lost and swearing at myself.
"Yep, that's me." I turn to greet the girl beside me and she smiles warmly, a contagious kind of smile. She has long ginger hair that cascades down her shoulders in loose waves. Her face has little freckles scattered around and she's wearing a maroon shirt tucked into a black skirt. She looks like the season of autumn as a human, and I love it.
"Here let me help." She takes my timetable without asking, and sees that I have English. "Ok, you're with me. Good."
"Thanks so much- wait what's your name?"
"Ruby." She replies with a smile.
"Bree." I offer my name back.
We run to class, laughing at how stupid we look and knowing that we are like 10 minutes late. We enter the room and a tall lady with a gelled bun taps her foot at us with her lips in a tight line. She points to where I have to sit, and I groan when I see the guy from the office in the seat beside mine. He is leaned back in a relaxed posture and smirking at me.
"What was that Miss Young?" She asks after hearing me groan.
"Nothing, nothing at all." I sigh and flop into my seat, ankles crossed in front of me.
"Listen up." The teacher says. "Today we have a new student, please welcome her to the class. Her name is Brianna."
"Bree." I correct her.
"Today we are doing short poems. Focussing on the quality of the poem, not how long it is." Miss says.
"So, Bree..." The guy says, trying to get a feel of my name on his tongue. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my ears hum in satisfaction. He stares at me, dead in the eyes, and I see a hint of recognition in his piercing blue orbs.
"Yes, that's my name." I reply laying the sarcasm on thick.
"what's up your ass?" He asks putting his poker face back on.
"you apparently." I sigh as he waits for me to answer properly. "Maybe the fact that I am at a new school, New classes, new people that I don't even know, I don't know how to write poems, your friends seem like assholes, and this random guy is distracting me."
"Ok...so," He thinks for a moment. "New school, you'll get used to it, classes are the same in most schools, people you'll meet and poems are light work."
"And your friends?"
"Here's the thing, love. they aren't assholes, you just need to get to know them." My heart dances at the pet name, but I keep my straight face on.
"hmph. I still don't know your name, asshole."
"Hunter." He says simply enough but I literally choke on my own saliva. He's Hunter. The Hunter.
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