You'd Think You'd Understand.. (A Princeton Story)

::I don't know what I've done to deserve this::

I didn’t reply.

He tightened his grip on my hands.

“Right?!”

“Yes!” I replied with tears forming in my eyes.

“Look… The poor baby’s getting tears in her eyes.”

He took my thumb and shoved it in my mouth.

“Enjoy your thumb bitch.” He smirked. 

He let go of me and walked away with his  friends.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and scurried down the hall and into homeroom. I was already 5 minutes late thanks to Jacob.

“Miss Gianpiero.”

“Sorry Miss Harrison….”

“You know I have to mark you down for another late. One more and that’s a detention.”

I saw Jacob smirk behind his shades.

I put my head down and my hair fell infront my face. 

“Yes miss.”

“Take your seat.”

I walked down the aisle of desks and sat next to Ray. He was my other really close friend. We’ve known each other since 4th grade. 

“Hey. You iight?” He whispered.

I nodded and put my bag on the back of my chair.

While Miss Harrison called attendance, I rolled my sleeves up to see red marks around my wrists.

Jacob’s grip was hard, and It’s not the first time he’s left a mark on me. 

“Ellanae… What are those marks?!” Ray asked shouting but whispering as he grabbed my hand. 

“Nothing!” I growled pulling my hand back.

Everyone looked back at me.

“Something you want share with the class Ellanae?”

“No miss” I said covering up my hands with my jacket and putting my head down. 

“Ellanae?”

I looked up.

“Are you here dumbass?!” Jacob laughed.

“Present” I said and put my head back down. 

“Did he do that to you?” Ray asked.

I didn’t reply.

“Ellanae!”

“No ray” I snapped.

He sat back in his chair.

Ray wasn’t used to me snapping, but it really wasn’t my day….

In fact… Everyday’s never been my day since 5th grade….

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::FlashBack::

::6 Years ago::

“Mummy I don’t wanna start a new school.”

“Your father would have liked you to Ellanae….”

My dad worked with the air force so I barely got to see him… But his base was moved to an area around LA and we had to move so we’d be able to see him more often.

This is the third time we’ve moved since I was 10, and it meant a new school and I’m not the best at making friends.

I was able to make a few but my mom thinks since we’re gonna be living in LA I’ll get more friends.