29 July 2012
Hiding Our Hurt.
Chapter 1
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I entered the room as everyone stared at me.
I had changed a lot since last year. I had dyed my hair, my tan had faded, my eye colour had changed due to my contacts. I was wearing no make up and I looked like death warmed up. I slumped in the only seat left, which was next to Barbie. She was my best friend last year, and I could tell by how she shuffled away slightly that that had changed.
I had gone from being blonde, tanned, perfect, popular bitch, to this, and I honestly couldnt give two shits what the others thought, I liked it. Barbie and even Daffy, my boyfriend didnt know what happened and what I am doing to myself.
When the glares stopped I brushed my long light hair past my ear and looked at my phone. It was a text from Daffy. I gave him a glance to see he was already staring at me. I flipped him the finger and didnt even open the text. I knew he was dumping me. Stereotypical bastard.
"Right everyone, seems we have a new pupil that I am unaware of..."
Miss Cutrule glanced me over and pointed at me.
"Would you care to introduce yourself?"
I felt myself go red with embarassment that my own teacher didnt even recognise me. I stayed calm and stood up.
"I'm Veronica Stephens. Remember me? The preppy blonde bitch?The leader of the popular pack? The dumbfuc-"
"Ronnie, my apologies, but please sit down."
I shook my head and picked my bag up.
"No Miss, No I will not sit down. I used to be crushed on my pretty much every guy, admired by every girl. Even Barbie is giving me looks and Daffy is dumping me. Just because I was sick of being the attention whore. Well guess what."
Miss Cutrule kept trying to interrupt but I kept confident even though tears were welling up behind my eyes.
"Not anymore. Now shove this up your judgemental arses."
I walked out of the class before the day had even started and smashes the nearest fire alarm. Immedietly sprinklers were trinkling all over. I was soaked after almost a few seconds.
Miss Cutrule attempted to run after me, but soon gave up figuring I could run in Converse more than she could in Louis Vuittons.
I ran out of the school. Out of the grounds.
Out of sight.
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