Isolation

"I can think of a few other ways you can burn calories"

The bright light burning into my closed eyelids instantly wakes me up. Has the sun always been that bright?

I should really remember to close my curtains at night.

"Megan, come on. It's eight o'clock" Mum sighs as she enters my room. The memories from yesterday instantly come flooding back to me, making my face turn to stone.

"I'll walk today" I simply say, getting out of bed.

"It's raining" she frowns.

I just shrug, "It'll probably clear up by half past three when I'll be walking home too"

"Megan, come on"

"Na, it can give you and your lover boy more time to make out in your office" I smile sarcastically at her. "I need to get changed"

She just shakes her head before leaving the room.

About twenty minutes later, I realise I should be getting ready for school sometime today. I quickly cover up my dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, and apply some mascara in hope I'll look socially acceptable today. After tying my hair up in a pony tail, I change into my uniform, grab my bag and take one last look in the mirror.

I look absolutely awful today. I basically cried myself to sleep last night and I woke up and started crying again. I'm losing the plot. I haven't cried this much since I just left the womb.

I count myself lucky that I don't live too far from school because it's half past eight and if I don't make it in half an hour, I have to spend the whole of lunch in detention. I should really be setting off now though seeing as I'm walking.

"Are you sure you don't want a lift?" Mum asks as I'm about to leave the house.

Rather than replying, I just leave the house and slam the door behind me. I lift up my hood from my coat and make my way to school.

I arrive at school five minutes before the bell goes, so I've just missed a late detention. That's skill.

The school hours drag by and I'm currently sat in science, staring at the clock as I count down the 30 seconds to lunch. I feel like I'm in the second High School Musical movie when they're all counting down to summer. I'm currently doing that in my head, except I'm chanting 'lunch, lunch, lunch...'

It's a good job only I can hear my thoughts. People would think I'm mental.

When the bell finally goes, I shoot up out of my seat and storm out of the class. I don't know why I love lunch so much, I either spend the hour walking around school and annoying some teachers that are sat in class marking work, or I'd sit with Amelia and get some lunch. It all depends on if I'm hungry or not.

And right now, I'm not hungry. I have a sandwich in my bag so I could eat whilst I'm on my travels around school.

"Megan" a deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts, making my heart literally skip a beat.

"You scared the life out of me" I breathe, looking up at Mr Black.

This guy is the coolest teacher in school. Even his name is cool, not that I know his first name. It could be Augustus or something and that would just let everything go for him.

Seriously though, he's one of those down to earth teachers that never gives out detentions and is always up for a good chat even when we're supposed to be working. He's worshiped at this school.

"Sorry" he chuckles. "Glad I bumped into you actually"

"Yeah, how come?"

"Your coursework is being sent off for moderation" he begins and I instantly groan. "Don't worry, it's just so the examiners know I'm marking your work correctly. It's nothing to do with your grades"