Broken

Chapter 1

"Brooke! Wake up, you're going to be for your first day at school!" A squeaky voice shouts. That was my sister, Lilly, she is 7 years old.

I groan and pull the covers over my head.
"Go away!" I mumble. Lilly was extremely annoying in the mornings. I sometimes wish I could have a lock on my bedroom door but she probably would still find a way to wake me up.

She jumps off the bed and runs down stairs.
"Muuuuuuum! Brooke isn't waking upppp!" She whines and her voice trails off as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

I stumble out of bed and regain my balance before walking downstairs and getting my breakfast.

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"Bye!" I shout and shut the door. It was my first day of school today. My dad got a new job which meant we had to move away from home permanently. I had to leave my best friend, Alex, behind. It was hard but I managed to pull through. We promised to text and we're going to meet up again soon and I'm super excited.

I stop outside of the school gates and take a deep breath. As I walked through and towards the doors, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I guess it because I'm the 'new girl'. I didn't really know where to go, I didn't want to look like an idiot so I walked inside and into the bathroom. The first few minutes of this were already hell, how was I going to last the whole day?

The bell rings and I straighten up my shirt and walk out of the bathroom. My form room was room 155, I didn't know where it was, I carried on walking through the maze of corridors, no one stopped to help but instead they just gave me weird looks. I dont like this place already.

Room 153, 154, aha, 155. Ok. I can do this, I open the door and wait for everyone's eyes to turn and face me.

The teacher was an old woman. She has a white blouse and black trousers. On her feet she has black high heels and her hair is blonde and it put in a low bun. She looks up at me with her glasses on the tip of her nose.

"Are you Brooke walker?" She asks miserably.
"Yes," I reply, ignoring all of the eyes staring at me.
"Go and sit over there," she points to an empty seat next to a wall at the front. I hated sitting at the front because Everyone can stare at you and you don't even know it. Finally, everyone started talking to each other again and I feel less tense.

A little while later I feel something hit the back of my neck. I quickly whiz around and see a paper ball scrunched up on the floor. I look around and a group of girls at the back start to laugh as they look at me. I choose to ignore them and carry on doodling on a piece of paper.

Finally, the bell rings and we head to first lesson, science. I see the girls who  threw the piece of paper at me walking in my direction. I put my head down and avoid looking at them.

As I walk past, one of them purposely hits me with her bag. I stumble backwards and I feel someone's hands on my shoulders, streadying me so I don't fall.
I turn around to say thank you but I couldnt see anyone. The corridors were too busy and it could've been anyone.

I climb some steps and find my science room. There's an empty seat at the back of the class. I slump down. As the seats start to fill up I hear muffled whispers and people glance at me making me feel extremely awkward. I shift uncomfortably in my chair wishing for the day to be over soon but this was only first lesson.

"Hey," The girl next to me says. She rotates herself on her chair so she's facing me.
I give her a smile and look back down to the desk.
"Don't worry, everyone will get used to you soon, it's just because you're new."

I wasn't really interested in making any friends so I give her a small smile and look back to the desk.
"Rude," she says, sounding quiet annoyed.
"Sorry. Yeah, thanks." I give her a smile but she just turns back to her desk.

A few girls walk in and I recognise one of them. It's one of the girls from form. She glares at me and takes her seat with her friends and soon they're all giving me evil glares.

What had I even done? I've only just got here and people hate me. I haven't said a word to anybody that might upset them. But yet again, the group of girls in form are the type of girls to spread rumours and start stuff, the type to try to avoid the best you can. The ones who try to make you feel bad about yourself.

I decide to sit up and ignore these immature little girls who only care about their make up and hair.