Evening after football practice, as I walk back to my dorm, I feel kind of relieved and happy. Today was actually a nice day. A really good day I must say, without my friends. Kevin and Tony didn't get back for football practice and coach asked me about them. I told Tony is sick and Kevin took him to the hospital. Coach somewhat believed it.
Everything's good until now. But I don't really know what is awaiting me. They, especially Amelia will be furious. Not only did I not join them but also switched off my phone. I can't find a proper excuse to tell them. Maybe I'd say Coach found me climbing the fence or something.I reach my room and twist the door open. Gavin hasn't arrived. I think basketballers have extra half an hour practice since they have a match coming next week. I throw my bag to the floor and take off my shoes. Then I strip out of my jersey and walk towards the bathroom to take a shower.When I'm about to step into the bathroom, the roMiss Anderson steps into the class in a few. " Good evening guys, so today you all just have to draw the pencil portrait of a girl. Try to finish it this hour itself. If you are planning to submit it next week, then let me inform you, your grades will be lower no matter how beautiful your drawing is. ", she says and walks to her chair in the front and sits down. " Now is there someone who hasn't submitted last weeks assignment ?"Michael stands up from his seat and raises his hands a little. " You are the new student, right ? What was your name ?", Miss Anderson asks taking her register where she records our assignment marks." Michael Clark.", Michael replies." Okay, where were you last two weeks ?", she asks." I was not well.", Michael replies." For two weeks ?"" N..no. I was not well on b..both Tuesdays."" What is that ? Tuesday fever ?", Miss Anderson asks and a few people laugh. " Is i
After ten more minutes as I finally finish my girl's portrait, Michael has finished the flower vase. That drawing is again amazing. Orange tulips in beautiful blue vase. But since it's just a flower vase and he did it really quickly, it's not something really great like the first drawing. Probably he wanted to finish the scenery drawing now itself.He gets up and hastily goes to Miss Anderson, who smiles looking at his picture and then gives it back to him after signing it. Michael smiles. Probably he got 'O' again for the drawing or at least 'A' since it's a late submission. O means outstanding and no body actually gets that. He got it for his last portrait.As he comes back and places the picture in his binder, I see he has got ' O' itself. Miss Anderson couldn't lower his grade although he submitted two weeks late. She seems to have really liked Michael. But I guess all the people here is now extremely jealous of him.Although I finished my
Nate’s POVI run up the stairs leading to my dorm room as fast as my legs can carry me, my right hand itching for some kind of painful attention. Once I reach there, I rush into my room slamming the door harshly behind me.Hurrying over to my desk drawer, I slump myself down on the chair rummaging through various stuff. My fingers frantically run over papers, pens, markers, a photo of Alex and various other items until I suddenly withdraw my hands as my finger tips slice over the sharp object, a blade, what I was looking for.I quickly drag it out from the dresser not caring the burn of my freshly cut finger tips. I pull out my right hand and roll my paint stained hoodie sleeves up revealing my right wrist now littered with a lot of cuts along with black burn marks underneath it.It was two days after I started burning myself with candle wax, that I tried cutting myself for the first time. I was shaving when I decided to experi
I'm still sitting on the bed thinking about Ethan's sudden strange behaviour when the door opens again after ten minutes and my new roommate, Grace walks in smiling. " Hi Michael.", she says waving her hands at me and coming towards me. "Ahm...Can I call you Mike ?", she asks." Call me Nate ?", I ask." Oh..that's your second name ?", she asks. I nod." Okay Nate. My name is Grace Adams. Call me Grace.", She says and stretches out her hand. I smile and take her hands, carefully with my right hand, praying she thinks the blood stain as paint." You had arts last hour ?", she asks looking at my sleeves. " Hmm..", I nod. " I'll g..go change. You please settle in by then. ", I say and crawl out of the bed. She nods and I quickly go to my cupboard and take a pair of clothes before escaping into the bathroom. I was careful to pick out a long sleeved shirt between. I shut the bathroom door behind and strip out of my clothes, stepping into the sh
Ethan’s POVCutting — using a sharp object to cut your own skin on purpose until it bleeds — is a form of self-injury. People sometimes self-injure by burning their skin with the lit end of a cigarette, a lighter, or a match. Some people turn to this behaviour when they have problems or painful feelings and haven't found another way to cope or get relief.Most of the time, people who cut themselves don't talk about it or let others know they’re doing it. But sometimes they confide in a friend. Sometimes a friend might find out in another way.Without help, people who cut also may continue to feel socially isolated and depressed. People who self-injure may have other problems such as eating disorders, obsessive-compulsive disorder, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, or severe depression that require long-term professional care." Hey..! ", Gavin calls from my behind. I turn around on t
Nate's POV" Hey Nate ! " Someone calls in a high pitched voice as I walk out of my first hour, Geography. My heart tightens inside my chest for a brief second but soon I realize it's none else than Grace and I turn and smile at her. We share English together this hour. We had compared our timetables morning while she was preparing her bag for school. I share two hours, English and Biology with Grace. If you could believe, I and Grace became thick friends just in one night. Yesterday we both talked a lot and even watched a movie together on my laptop. I even showed her my arm and she advised me a lot to not do such things again. She is really nice. I'm so happy I got her as my roommate. " Hey Nate, come with me to the locker room. I need to place these books in the locker.", Grace says coming to me. " Why do you've to p..place them in the locker ? Why can't you c..carry it to room at lunch break ?",
" Sir, this girl is the one who started the fight. She twisted Amelia's wrist and then slapped Kevin.", Sophia tells the principal whilst pointing at Grace " No sir, they are actually the ones who started it.", Grace says glaring at Sophia. " We were simply walking to the locker room. Then these four came to us to fight." " Shut up ! All of you come to my office right now !", Principal roars at Grace and then barges to his office. A few other teachers disperses the crowd who had gathered around the scene. Tony and the three of them has prominent smirks on their faces as the eight of us follows the Principal to his office. Their faces say that they are just going to get out of this easily and we are the ones going to get punishment. Apparently the other guy who fought Tony is Ethan's friend and his name is Gavin. Ethan and he were conversing with each other, tensely as we walked to the office. I too was really nervous. But Grace s
Ethan walks into the canteen a minute or two after we start having our lunch. He gets his food from the counter and then walks towards our table.“ Can I sit along with you guys ?”, he asks.“ Sure.”, Grace nods and Ethan sits down beside me. He smiles at me and I smile back a little. I can’t still act rudely to him after he fought for me. I didn’t really think he would keep that promise. But he actually did and I'm really happy.Very soon Ethan’s friend, Gavin also joins our table. He sit down beside Laura with his plate. Our table soon gain a lot of attention. People who were already looking at us starts murmuring things among each other. Everyone is so surprised and confused at Ethan suddenly turning against the popular gang. They are so shocked witnessing the fight from the morning.Through the corner of my eyes, I notice Amelia glaring at us. Ethan also notices it. However Ignoring it, he introduc