I always though I belonged alone.
But someone thought different...
I sit at the front of the room
trying to listen to the droning voice of Mrs Harris and not the
spiteful conversations going on behind me. Begging myself not to
turn around, ordering myself not to cry, I stuck my head down
further and scribbled down notes.
I concentrated on the smell of the
fruit tea. Hannah secretly squeezes my wrist giving me a comfort
only visible to us both. I let a smile creep, like a child spying
on Santa, across my paling face.
"Don't listen; they're all too
thick to function properly." She whispers to me. I grin despite
myself, feeling a little better about myself. I'm catching
snippets of spite, and my stomach twists. Nauseous, I flip the
pages in the notepad, trying to occupy myself.
"Annalisa! You haven't stopped
talking all lesson," Mrs Harris snaps, "Some new gossip, I
"Something like that."
"Would you care to share this new
gossip then? Since your so eager to talk."
"Well then, shut your mouth and
write one hundred lines of I must learn to be
A sigh from Annalisa, and a few
rippling giggles. From the corner of my eyes I see Annalisa pick
up her pen and start on her lines. Hannah's hand passes me a text
book and whispers, "Only fifteen minutes left." I suppress a
groan. "Too long." I reply.
"9H1! Page 98 on chapter 3.
Complete all the tasks you can, I'm just popping to room
Fear smothers me like a duvet,
dread of what will happen to me when the teacher leaves the room.
I ignore Oliver kicking my chair, and Annalisa snorting with
laughter about my hair. "Hey! Dannielle, when was this one night
stand of yours?"
"What was it like having a quickie
with the Football Captain?"
"Don't get too stressed, the baby
might just die inside you and you'll have to bury it next to
everybody else in your family that popped their clogs because
they couldn't bear you anymore."
The last comment broke my heart, a
gasp escaping my lips. Tears welled again in my eyes, stinging
them like chlorine. I stood up, forcing Oliver's leg backwards.
Turning, I raised my head and met the gazes of several sceptic
"How many times?!" I almost sob,
"What the hell is wrong with all of you? Have you got nothing
better to do?"
I slammed the door on my way out.
Blocking out the laughter of the room, I bolted for the pink
toilets on corridor 3. The bathroom was empty, so I let the tears
stream like an agonised waterfall down my cheeks...
Detention was boring. I sat at the
back of room 6, staring down at the lined paper. Mouthing the
lyrics to Evanescence's Cloud 9, I sighed. I wrapped the blonde
waves around a cold finger, tapping my foot to the beat.
you want to live, let live.
If you want to go, let go.
I'm not afraid to dream, to sleep, sleep forever.
I don't need to touch the sky.
I just want to feel that high,
And you refuse to lift me.
If I fall and all is lost,
No light to lead the way,
Remember that all alone is where I belong.
I looked up slightly, my eyes
catching the green eyes of the football captain, Matt Moor. His
blonde hair was spiked with a lot of gel, he smelled manly his
football top covered with Nike aftershave. I smiled in reply, my
legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
"Can I talk?"
My mind swam. I pushed back the
spare chair and smiled again. Pulling out the earphones, I sat,
cross legged on the chair waiting for him to say something with
an angelic voice.
"So... I heard some stuff."
"Yeah. There isn't one person who
hasn't." I mutter.
"Me and you, huh?"
"I heard that you're-"
"Yeah! I already know! I've been
the hot news page of Maryhill for the past two months already. I
think I should know what they have already said." I snapped. Matt
looked at me with a lopsided grin.
"So are you? You know?"
"Apparently, but then everyone
other than me and Hannah are to thick to function
"That depends. On weather your
going to believe the crap or not."
"I think, for the sake of us both,
I'll choose not to believe it."
"What do you mean?"
"Its Hannah and I against the
entire year. You might as well join the other million."
"Why not? Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad, I'm just glad I
can do the right thing for once."
And then he smiled, and walked
away. (blessing me with a view of his butt)
I walked into a silent room side by
side with Hannah.
"Look who it is, Little Miss
Preggers." Matt looked up at me, sympathetic and his eyes blazed
with an amount of angry. He stood up."Hi, DJ." Matt greeted me.
"Hi," I replied, smiling back gratefully.
"What are you doing Matt?" "Why
talk to that stupid cow?" "Matt!!"
My heart fluttered. Why was he
sticking up for me? Why? Questions flew through my head. Matt
stepped towards Chloe and handed her back a small pendant of a
dragon. "Enough is enough."
"What? Matt I- we. I love-"
"Whatever." Matt replied. The whole
room was silent other that Chloe's laboured breathing and
sniffling. He walked towards me.
He winked at me, held out his
ringed hand. I took it, electric love spreading through
"For the sake of our baby, lets
make our relationship public." Another secret wink.
"OK." I almost whispered.
And then we were kissing, and fire
works blew up in my mind. In my ear he whispered;
Will you give your love to me?
Beg my broken heart to beat,
Save my life, change my mind.
we can live together upon Cloud 9