Its Friday. Iv been at this school a week now and there has been more drama than ever. In my bed, thinking about it, I reached for the glass of water. After I had a sip, I got up making sure to sit on the radiator as I got dressed. Because I was thinking so much about what had happened this week, I forgot to look at my clock which now said 5am.
"What? I woke up at 5," I whispered to my self, making sure my mom didnt hear as it would wake her. I dropped my head back on my pillow and fell back to sleep. It was still warm so I fell comfortably asleep again.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!" My alarm went crazy, it was 7:00 and I had 1hour to get to school so I decided to stop at Marcus's. I got dressed, did my hair in the usual pony tail and I wasnoff. It was only down the road so I didn't have to run just walk. It was sorta dark and mysterious. The mood was still and it gave me a uneasy feeling. But I was there now.
" Knock knock, anyone there." I waited for about a minute before Marcus opened the door."Wow! Dude put some clothes on," I demanded while he stood there wet from the shower with only a towl around his waist to cover what I didn't want to see. I could see his six pack and covered my face with my hands.
"Calm down, its just the human body. But it is getting chilly I'll go put something on, come in."
In I went. There were many boxes around as they hadn't yet unpacked. The walls were cream and the stairs were wooden and you could see bits of carpet still stuck on. Walking into the living room I felt a draft. There was a chair that held the tv on it and a little couch. There room was bare and deserted and sent chills up my spine.
Marcus's mom had already left for work. Sarah, Marcus's mom, is a strong woman, she works from 5 in the morning to 7 at night. I know that isn't a lot compared to some but compared to me it is I go to school at 7 in the morning and come back at 3 in the after noon, which is a struggle.
Anyway Marcus was back. His hair, still slightly damp, sagged across his face, until he combed it back to it's normal state. While his collar slipped over his blazer, I became agitated and it annoyed me so I stood up and fixed it for him.
"Aha thanks Im," Im was what he called me, I hated it when anyone else would say it but not him.
"It's ok doofus," He laughed making sure to nudge me, as to say, aha shut up.
"Come on, let's get going," and we made our way to school.
School, the only thing I hated more than Doritos. URGHH Doritos. Can't stand them. Me and Marcus strolled into school without a care in the world. We laughed and messed around until we got to form. When Miss Woridge, demanded to see me outside.
"Imogen Parker! Get yourself outside this room now!" Every word was shouted at me. Everyone's silence made me uncomfortable, I wish I hadn't gone to school.
Step by step slowly making my way outside, I heard it. THAT BITCH! It was her. I heard Julia's mischievous chuckle as I walked out. She'd set me up. But what for.
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Love, death and suicideRomance
14 year old Imogen is smart, pretty, funny and completely stubborn. You'd never think a girl like her would get stuck or confused. But nobody is perfect. While being alone every lunch time is hard enough she has to deal with a bully and her mob. Mov...