The unexpected

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The unexpected

Looking back on my childhood I realised that so many of the questions I asked were as Naive and innocence as I once thought.

Asking my mother why she was crying or why my father left was something I asked frequently.

Sat in The cream painted Louge , a large box with thick rustic wooden beams panneling along the top of the ceiling, were being illuminated by the fake Fire which had been placed against the thick brick wall, glowed.

My mum was sat there, on the sofa, tears slowly slipping from her swollen red eyes, a muffled sob coming from behind her hand as my father slammed the door on his way out.

I would be sitting down on the sofa wrapping my chubby little arms around her shoulders, resting my head on her shoulder and asking if she was ok.

The question that seemed so significant at the time was often answered with a watery smile and a subtle nod of the head. I'd hug her until her tears would lighten and her body would loosen, my sisters did the same, just sitting in silence being comforted by the fact that it was three girls and a women against the world.

Little did I realise that the constant arguments, the slamming door the money problems and the sadness would amount to the now lost empty girl I've become. I'd like to say that things have changed that I'm happier and more content and less empty than what could be expected, but unfortunately, I'm the opposite of those three words because my life despite a few ups mainly suffered unanswered questions and sleepless nights whilst I not only question my unlucky hand of fate but that question that all people dare to ask " why me?" .

Which is what lead me to be sat on top of a secluded bridge in the dark of the night. Before u question the possibility of suicide, I'll assure you that that is not the reason of my insanity.

I come up here to think to freshen my head Like the breeze that whipped my hair around my face. Looking down I gently swung my feet backwards and forwards wondering for a moment what it would be like to fly, to have the freedom of a bird, to travel anywhere and place your home some where you choose.

I know the idea was impossible but sometimes to create a reality you wished you had seperates you from the real one you face. In some ways it's a freedom you can control. "You don't want to do that" a voice whispered from my left.

If It wasn't so quiet here I wouldn't have been able to hear it. When I didn't say anything the voice repeated it. Laughing softly I turned to my left looking at the voice that thought he was saving someone from dying, a boy. How cliche, he probably Thought he could be a hero a saviour of some sort.

I laughed without humour, I suppose it sounded lifeless because concern etched onto his face further, he took a steady step towards me his arm lifting ever so slightly, probably thinking about the possibility that I could impulsively jump. " there's no need" I whispered " I'm not going to jump I don't need to be saved from a boy that doesn't even realise what he's saving, I'm not a damsel in distress and your not my knight in shinning armour" sliding myself around I dropped my feet to the floor and pulled up my hood, glancing at the boy I saw him at a loss for words, not particularly caring about his surprise or concern I didn't spare him another glance. I started walking the way that I knew took me back home.

Chapter One
Waking up at six thirty in the morning to start my first day at sixth from wasn't a particularly freeing thought. However the constant buzzing of my alarm couldnt be ignored.

Taking a breath I sat up placing my feet on the cold carpet. My door tilted open, my little sisters head popped through the frame with a groggy smile on her lips, she whispered good morning.

Now standing I did the same to her taking a breath of the crisp air that floated around the house. I stretched and started to get ready for the start of my new education. Stepping downstairs i grabbed a snack and some water, before stepping out the door my mother shouted "just be yourself". The words all caring parents shouted to their kids on the first day back at school.

But I wondered how I could be myself when I was lost in a world of walls, every time I thought I discovered something i get stopped by what I thought was an immovable object. I stepped onto the school bus and sat down in a empty seat by the window, looking out I saw the night starting to lift, a small buzz of chatter filled the bus and eventually got more rowdy as the sun could be seen slowly rising.

Plugging my head phones into my ears i softly hummed a tune that calmed my thoughts and got me in a lighter mood for school, a place where socialising was deemed to be as important as breathing by most of the adolescent teens that surrounded the school.

Placing my thumb on the scanner I logged into the centre. The tapping of my shoes on the floor was heard as I slowly walked through the hall to the common room, placing a smile on my face that felt real I walked over to a few of my friends and greeted them.

"Remember to hand your homework in next Friday, otherwise after school detentions will be issued out" I placed my belongings in my bag and rushed out of the classroom to avoid the mass of tiny children that filled the hallway like a stampede.

If I were an animal right now I'd be the ant and they'd be the elephants.

Someone barged into me and muttered an apology without even sparing a glance over their shoulder. Bastard, has the world really come to a point were respect is a cheap word that's used only understood by the dictionary.

Sighing I looked and my belongings splayed across the floor and started to pick them up whilst people continued to rush passed me. A hand reached out and picked up my folder, my eyes scanned the hand, all the way up the arm, passed the strangers shoulders and to his eyes.. Unbelievable.. it was the guy that id seen that night on the bridge. "Yeah, thanks" I muttered snatching the folder out of his hand. For an empty moment the boy just stared at me, before he could announce his remembrance of me I walked away with surprising speed considering my allergy to most exercise.
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Well that's the first chapter I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
I won't be able to put up regular updates on, because my workload is pretty heavy right now but I promise I'll try to do them as often as I can.
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