Broken in another way (used be called Broken Twice)

Chapter 1

Note from author:
Basically this book has a lot of sarcastic angry rants and should be read with that in mind. Enjoy!
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Fridays at my least favourite day ever. For everyone else, they love it, it's the day before the weekend, what's not to like? But for me, I hate it because I definitely have to go to school, apparently "its in my best interests" to attend a session every Friday with Ms Matthews, the guidance counsellor. An hour in her office where she forced me to talk about where I have been when I'm not at school which is most days and my feelings bah bah bah. I hate talk about myself, it's just so awkward to when I shouldn't have to talk my feelings, they're supposed to be private and now I'm have to let them all out even the dangerous ones, its just impossible. This leads to a lot of questions from her and a few mumbled sentences that don't make sense from me which adds up to a lot of frustration for both sides. That math right?

But before that I need to do my usual morning routine; have a shower, get dressed cook breakfast, give Nan breakfast, eat my breakfast, clean up, brush my teeth, put on some lipstick on (never leave the house without it), pack bag, check if Nan need anything else.

"Do you need anything else?"I say handing her the TV remote as she tried to get comfortable sitting up right in her bed.

"No, I'm fine. You better go or you'll be late" she smiles with a sparkle in her eye that she always has when I leave for the house as that means she's thankful I'm still here with her. This look make me sad that if I leave like everyone else she will be alone forever. Move on, she's also happy at my decision to braid her long grey hair in a braid because she's hates her curly hair as it gets fizzy for the amount of times she sleeps in a day.

"Ok, love you Nan" I hug her tightly, kiss her forehead and lower my head for her to repeat on me. Then as I leave her bedroom, I call "see you later alligator" put on true smile that only for her, as I get half way down the stairs she replies, shouting "in awhile crocodile." I smile as I leave the house.

I take big steps as my legs remember the usual journey to school on this hot September day.  I just love that its still hot even though summer is over; Today I'm wearing a sleeveless black band t-shirt tucked into my embroidered denim shorts, round sunglasses, and my signature painted lips (today they are plum coloured). As well as a whole bottle of sun cream smothered my skin to stop the harsh sun from turning me into a tomato, I'm like a vampire next to my class 'mates' and as if I wasn't all ready the odd one out socially, I am physically as well, yah. However I feel confident until the school comes into my sunglass tinted view and now I feel uncomfortable. Why did I wear shorts in September? Everyone going to stare at me, aren't they? Is it too late to go home and change? Yes it's too late, I'm already walking down the main corridor, my heel boots clicking against the polished floor. As if everyone knows that it's me by the clicking, turns to stare and talk as they do daily (well, more like on the days I do decide to turn up to school). But I can't actually look at them, just keep my eyes pointing straight ahead.

When I reached Ms Matthews' office, I let out a sigh of relief to be away from judging eyes. I step in and letting the calming scent of vanilla wash over me as it drifts across the room from the candles on her kind-of vintage desk. Even though it's bigger office than you expect, it had a homey feel, well as much you can be with being in a school. I have always loved her office because it was one of the few places I actually felt completely safe, not that I would have told her that because would lead to more questions ask by her. Ms Matthews sits behind the desk, hazelnut hair slept to side and face obscured by a magazine.

I fell into the chair opposite her "hi." She jumps and placing magazine down open on her deck. She looks at me slouching in chair and she breathes out a sigh of relief trying to regain her composure. "I didn't hear you come in...anyway" she sits herself straighter on her office chair. "I need to talk about something but you let me finish before you decide" I nod for her to continue."I want you to attend the school play preparations, helping make the set, at lunch today. I think..." she tries to sound confident but she knows that there's little chance of agreeing to it.

"No way" I say firmly.

"Oh please, it will be good for you to participate in working towards a goal with your fellow classmate. All you have to do is put up some decorations on the stage!" What she really asked for me to talk with people other than her. And why would I do that when everyone cares more about themselves, how high up the social ladder they are or whatever worthless things they owned like good grades, phones, friendships and I have promised myself never be that person again.

I was about to refuse again but Ms Matthews interrupted me "Fine, if you go along, you don't have to come to next session with me" maybe I should go, then I can skip the week if I get even more 'supplies' and relax without having think about school for whole week and no worries of a pissed off Ms Matthews marching to my house. I shivered at that, though she is nicest woman, you do not want to make her angry.

"Ok, I will go." I mumbled
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