I was so excited for this lesson to finish. It was history, with the worlds worst teacher. It's like she doesn't know how to teach anything.
I had my favourite teacher next, I was super excited. I hadn't had her lesson since last week and I didn't really see her much this week.
The bell rang, fucking finally! That lesson dragged on for ages.
I pick up my bag, stand behind my seat and wait for her to dismiss my row.
Without even waiting for my friends, I made my way down the stairs towards her lesson.
"Oh hi, y/n!" She says as she walks out, noticing I was the first there.
"Hi miss" I answer back, quietly.
"Where's your friends?"
"They're on their way, I got let out early"
"Ahh"We walk into class, it goes just like it usually does.
Im eager to answer the questions, I want her to be proud of me.
I put my hand up, my fingers holding my sleeve up. As she turns to me, my fingers let loose and my sleeve rolls down a bit. I didn't notice for a while and kept my hand up whilst talking.
I pulled it down and she looked as me, confused.
She didn't say anything.
I kept answering questions, but unfortunately, the bell rang. It was time for lunch.
I sadly packed my book away and stood behind my chair.
"Okay, you can all go! Can I just talk to y/n for a second though?" She announced.
My face lit up, she wants to talk to me? I get to spend more time with her?
Everyone leaves and she shuts the door.
"Come, sit." She motions towards a chair, turns it to face towards me as I mimic her actions.
"Are you okay?" She asked, very seriously with direct eye contact.
I nod, nervous that if I speak I might stutter. Or even cry.
"I really don't think you are. I'm just going to beat round the bush here, ok? I saw something on your wrist, I just want to make sure its not what I think it is." I gulp, I didn't think she saw?? She didn't say anything before?
"Um- I don't have, anything. On my arm." I say, nervously.
"Could you just roll up your sleeve, please?"I give in, rolling up my sleeve. Turning my head away, I didn't want to see the disappointment.
She hugs me, at first I flinch and she pulls back. But, I go in for a hug again.
"You know, you can always come and talk to me about anything." She says, pulling out of the second hug.
I nod, knowing I won't.
"I know you wont," she says reading my freaking mind!! "but seriously, we're going to have to talk about this, okay?"
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Teen Fictiontw / sh, suicide, swearing, homophobia, ed, most will be at the top or in the chapter a lot of stories will probably be unfinished but close to finished. i find it hard writing an ending!!!