Broken

Chapter 2

I slung my skull-covered backpack over my shoulder. I had chosen something extremely plain. A black shirt with a white skull across the chest and then some plain black skinny jeans. My shoes were some really weird combat boots Mrs. Pridephil had gotten from America. My phone had headphones plugged in and it was screaming A Little Piece Of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold. I walked out of my lonely room and walked to the kitchen. "Bye Terra," (Mrs. Pridephil) I yelled as I picked up the toasterstroodle she left for me.

"Make sure to actually eat that," Terra said from inside the kitchen. She was making more toasterstroodles.

"I will," I rolled my eyes and opened the door, "Bye, love you." I closed the door and walked to the driveway. Yeah, Terra and me have sort of a mother-daughter bond thing. But we have been around each other so long we have nothing else to have between each other. I really do love Terra as a mom.

Anyways, I never throw my toasterstroodles away. Terra always gives me three, because that's how many are in a person package thingey, so I always end up giving them to Mike, Elaina and Luke. These three homeless people who play music in front of McDonalds every day, all day. I bring food to them awful and yes, they are my close friends. Think it's sad all you want, I'm looking out for the people who actually care about me. I care about them too.

I took a left and saw the flickering light of the McDonalds sign. They needed to fix it, but they never did. I walked a bit quicker because my phone was buzzing, indicating school starter in five minutes. But no matter how late I was gonna be, I had to feed Mike, Elaina and Luke. I walked into the parking lot and saw the usual slumps of them. They must of been still sleeping. I grabbed the toasterstroodles in the bag and lay it on Elaina's lap. I gently tapped her head. "See you soon," I murmured.

I began to walk away, my boots clacking on the stone the only sound that rang over the empty streets. I finally walked into the school right as the tardy bell rang.

I shrugged and walked to my locker, doing the combination quickly. I had to be in class to study, turn in my homework and pay attention. School was my exit ticket outta this place. I was going to get a job in Birmingham and hopefully meet a nice guy. After college of course. Maybe that is my hope that I am holding on to. But it just seems like a... dream. It's my last year in general school. Collage is soon, but yet I can't even see it. It's just out of my grasp. My degree, my life. It's on hold for some reason.

Goddamit! My head is running absolutely wild. I have no time for this.

I slammed my locker and spun on my heels, running to my class that was upstairs. Binder held firmply between my arms and my chest, I opened the door to my classroom. Everyone's eyes were on me, the class was silent. "Crazy bitch" I heard one person cough.

"Whore," Somebody whispered.

Meanwhile the teacher's nose was in a book called Romance In My Family. I snorted and went to the back of the room, my face towards the ground. I looked up and realised on person's eyes still lingered on me. I wanted to hide my face and run, because he was really cute. Every time I glanced at him I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart beat a trillion times a second. And nevertheless.. the tingles. Ladies, you know what I mean.

It was so difficult to focus on the teacher. "And x times y equals the perimiter--" I felt myself get a bit dizzy. I laid my head on the desk and closed my eyes. It wouldnt hurt to miss one lesson. It's better to feel the pounding in my head adn the ache in my jaw.

"Wake up," I felt someone shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and the teacher looked at me. "Hard night?" She asked.

I yawned and stretched. "Wha-?"