I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bul
The words drifting through my mind are a jumbled mess. The tapping increases its pace as I try very hard to not look to my side and snap at the boy whose constant stare is becoming a nuisance. Just as I was reaching for my bag with my other hand in an attempt to run for the hills, I
I manage to make it to one of the upstairs bathroom, just a couple of feet away from my next class. I check to make sure there’s nobody else in the enclosed space before locking the door. I move towards the sink and look into the pristine, reflective glass. I breathe in deeply and exhale.
In no time the class has completely filled and the tardy bell has rung. I put my book back into my bag, albeit reluctantly, but do so nevertheless. “Okay class,” Mr. Pine clears his throat immediately silencing the room. He leans on the front of his desk and begins.
Yes, the ‘oh so lovely’ building really is more of a torture chamber. I shake he thoughts away and make my way downstairs. “Okay Clare, remember to put the guards on both staircases and by the doors so Lucy doesn’t crawl anywhere that’s not safe. Oh, and if you take her to the park
“Here you go Lucy, eat up,” I coo the adorable little girl in the highchair in the kitchen. She giggles before opening up and taking her food. It’s been a month since that bastard gave me this little gift. I mean, who would just give away a child? I returned to see if he’d show up b