Love Sucks

Love Sucks - 2

Kayso as I said before these chapters are edited and everything. They're pretty uneventuful at the moment, but I assure you it's about to get better! :DD x

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Chapter two;

I carved swirls into my paper pad using my HB pencil. My free hand propped my head up and my eyes were droopy as I stared straight ahead at the interactive whiteboard. It had been three hours since Grace had invited me to her party, and I was now sat in biology, watching my science teacher’s computer crash and fail before my very eyes. Grace wasn’t in my biology class, and she’d gone home when this lesson started since it was Wednesday – she only had two lessons on Wednesdays. So I was pretty much alone for the rest of this lesson before I got to go home, actually to my relief.

But I still didn’t escape the lingering stares. As I glanced around the room to see what everybody else was doing, I realised there was quite a large space circled around me where nobody wanted to sit with me, and I was being given weird looks. I returned them with icy glares, but my mother’s voice stuck in my head:

“You dress like an emo tramp, Catherine.”

I couldn’t help but think about just how badly I didn’t belong here. How I didn’t belong in this college with these people, I didn’t belong in that house, I didn’t belong in Southampton…

“You don’t belong anywhere,” my voice muttered darkly at the back of my mind.

I sighed, because that little voice was right. I could dress myself up, but I’d never be able to hide the fact I was a misfit everywhere I went. I would never fit in. I didn’t belong. I never did, and never will.

I looked down at my watch. The little hands on it told me it was just gone half past one in the afternoon. Despite the sun shining brightly in the sky outside, it was very cold, but that was British weather for you. Although even for British weather, this summer had been particularly cold. The only way people had gotten tans was by flying abroad to the hottest country they could think of. But me, little old me, I had no money, so I was not only stuck in this stupid grotty city on the southern-coast of England, but I was stuck an albino for at least another year.

“Erm… I’m just…” Dr Harrison stuttered, connecting different coloured wires together at the back of her computer. “…Trying to get… this… bloody thing-!” The wires sparked together and must have sent an electric  volt, because Dr Harrison dropped the wires in an instant and stumbled back. While the class erupted into laugher – all except for me, of course – she cradled her injured hand in her free hand. I couldn’t help but notice how she was shaking.

“Do you need a hand miss?” I asked, arching an eyebrow up in her direction.

The class fell silent, and I didn’t turn to meet the thirty-odd pairs of eyes staring ghastly at me. Dr Harrison’s eyes scanned my form, a frown creasing on her forehead as her eyebrows knitted together. I sighed heavily as snickers erupted around me. Not only that, but Dr Harrison’s gaze met mine, and all I saw was pity.

I didn’t want her pity. I didn’t want anybody’s pity.

“Teacher’s pet!” Somebody from the back of the class shouted at me. The class laughed.

“Kiss-ass Cathy!” Someone else snickered.

The class laughed.

My heart dropped. I clenched my jaw and refrained myself from retaliating, and instead kept my eyes on Dr Harrison, who soon shook her head and turned back to fixing her computer.