Leaving Hope (Hope book 1)

Chapter 3

I threw my bag in my locker and slammed the door closed. The sound was oddly soothing to my chaotic mind. I leaned upon the locker door and closed my eyes, trying to relax my breathing. This was my favourite time of day, before school started and there are only a few people here. My silence was interrupted by a familiar voice. 

"Miss Hurst. You shouldn't be in here yet. Get to it, go outside now." I opened one eye and looked at Mrs. Minroy, and closed it again. I ignored her just to annoy her.  

"Miss Hurst you are going the right way to having a detention." I don't know what compelled me to do it but with a grin on my face I gave her the finger and walk off.  

"You rude little girl. I'll be seeing you later in detention and maybe the principal will be hearing this." her voice prattled on behind me.  

"Miss. I don't know if you realise this but, I really don't give a damn." I said whilst spinning halfway through my walk in a taunting way. I heard her growling voice behind me but ignored it.

I walked to the library and looked around for something to read while I waited for Jas to get there. It wasn't long until i heard Mrs. Minroy's voice in the library. I grabbed the book I had been looking at and went into the corner in-between the couches. I ducked my head and tried to seem invisible, I guess every bad girl has her limits, and as much as Mrs. Minroy is fun to piss off I don't think I want to deal with that, not after this mornings episode with Dad. I waited there until her voice was no longer to be heard. It wasn't long after she left that the librarian, Maxie, came up to me. 

"Jeez, you pissed her off something fierce." She said to me. I looked up at her and saw a huge grin staring down at me.  

"Sorry, I didn't mean to unleash Dragon-lady on you." I apologised, and this time I actually meant it. Maxie was young and only started here last year. We hit it off straight away and she is now a really good, reliable friend. Her long blonde hair that usually hid the scars on her neck was pulled up into a plait today and makeup masked her scars. She was the only teacher I trusted to tell about what was going on with Dad, and that was only because she knew exactly what I was going through. Her boyfriend was worse though, he tried to kill her.  

"It's all good. You did a great job though. I did the exact same thing to my principal when I was your age." She laughed and talked with me until Jas came and found me. Maxie thought there was something going on with Jas and I but we both disagreed and said we're too good friends to think about that. I got up from my corner and walked out of the library with Jas, his bubbly personality hid my bitchiness most days, and today it was buried under a layer of pure bliss. A rare and pleasant thing that people appreciated here. 

As we walked down the hallway I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, I glance up at Jason and wrap my arm around his waist, his arm slings over my shoulder and he hugs me into him. I sigh and fiddle with his hand that is hanging there like dead weight, he walks me to my locker and waits until the bell goes to leave me, I smile and turn to do the combination. 

"Hi." A masculine voice says to me, I look up and see Tyler, his brown hair was messy and clipped with gel. His smile was inviting and his green eyes captivating. I realise I never really took any notice of his looks last night. 

"Hello. What class have you got?" I say trying to be as nice as possible. He picks up a book and shows it to me, a math book and a graffitied notebook. I nodded and held up my science textbook in reply. He smiles and nods back at me. I pick out the rest of my books and chuck my slim black pencil case on top of the books in my right arm. I close my locker gently and smile to Ty, he returns it and watches me leave. In a way I feel a little better about myself. I feel like, even though I had to argue with him to get it, someone respects me. I hug my books into me and dawdle to class.

When I get there the teacher has already started, I nod my head and try to act apologetic but we both know there's no use. He hands me a detention slip and continues the class. I take my usual seat next to a fair haired girl named Jessica. She is someone I feel I can get along with. Maybe it's because she can tolerate my mood swings and can fight back if I take it out, unknowingly, on her.  

I look up at the board and try to figure out what the teacher is talking about. Then I connect the dots and realise he is trying to explain archeology or something to us. I lean back in the plastic chair and try to scrape off the damaged nail polish that I hadn't bothered to get off properly. I heard the soft ripping of paper and ready my pen, a little habit I had whenever I was in science. The note came twenty seconds later.