The majority of the class stared at me as I walked in, after washing my face and hands clean of blood. I had to admit, I was feeling pretty accomplished. I had a few bruises, and a split lip. I think there was also a black eye forming but apart from that, I was okay. Sam walked in with an icepack held to her nose, along with a blood soaked tissue.
"I'm gonna kill you." she muttered, dropping into her seat. I slowly slid into mine, and concentrated on the teacher. His words were just drifting away, I didn't learn a thing.
It took me five minutes to realise he was talking to me at one point. The class laughed - not with me but at me. Whenever I got a question wrong they'd call me stupid and if I ever did something they didn't like they'd be sure to call me out on it. Was this what is was like for Leo before I came? It saddened me to think of myself as Leo, abused both verbally and physically.
At lunch I went into the canteen to get a bacon panini. Of course as soon as I paid for it, another group of people walked past and knocked it from my hands. I went the rest of the day hungry, as I had no spare money and I'd only had a few bites of toast for breakfast. I was regretting not finishing that.
It was eventually the end of the last lesson. It had been pretty much hell.
When I walked in the front door, my mum questioned my black eye and bruises.
"Um, we were playing football and it hit me." I said quickly without thinking.
"But...you didn't have PE today..." she replied suspiciously. Oops.
"We were just helping out with the lower classes. Like coaching them." I said.
"Okay...well did you have a good day back?" she asked.
"Uhm yeah, it was great."
Apart from the fact that I tried to beat someone up in the first five minutes of getting to school, I had no dinner and got shoved in walls. It was perfect.
I thought to myself.
The rest of the week wasn't much better either. In fact, it got worse.
I was in English on Thursday and my head was throbbing. My arms were covered in bruises and my legs hurt if I straightened them out. I just needed to speak to someone. Kat had been ill all week. I got out my phone under the desk and texted Charlie.
Over the days, I'd been texting Leo but he hasn't replied. Great help.
Hi, are you busy?
No not really, what's up?
I could always count on Charlie. He'd seemed a lot more reliable recently.
I just wanna talk...its boring here
I was going to tell him about what was happening, but I figured he'd probably start worrying more than necessary. I had told him to enjoy the trip, and I was going to make sure he did.
I'm just waiting for Blair and Leo to get back from KFC. They're taking forever haha