A/N
Ok. Third fanfic.
Last 2 have been pretty rubbish, so, you know what they say...
Third time lucky.
Hopefully.
Anyway, once you've read this chapter, click the bluey-purply kind of
button that says GO!
It's ok. It's not illegal.
This story is written through Steph's eyes.
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Chapter 1 ~ Followed
"Yeah, whatever... See ya!" I shouted, pulling the front door behind me. I'm not exactly what you'd cal an early riser, but I'm always out of the house at 7:30. By that time, mum's still in bed, my sister, Frances, is in the shower, and my dad is eating breakfast in his pyjamas. But then I can't exactly blame them. It is Monday morning, there's ice on the ground from overnight, and it's raining buckets. But then, this is England "Eventually...." I finished as I locked the door.
And so I walked the path I walk every morning, attempting to walk under random trees to avoid getting wet. I checked behind my shoulder as I dawdled to the bus stop. By now it was only drizzling. I checked over my shoulder again, and saw the bus hurtle down the hill.
"~Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no." I whispered to myself as I ran to the bus stop. I got there. Just. That didn't mean the bus stopped. It just went strait on through a big puddle of rainwater, completely soaking me.
I stood there, drenched in muddy, freezing water, with my mouth open looking like a goldfish. First embarrassment of the day.
Knowing there wasn't another bus for at least 20 minutes, I began to walk down the hill to school. It was only a 2-mile walk, though on foot I seemed a lot longer. As I do every morning that I miss the bus, I began to talk to myself.
"Just my luck. Just my bloody luck. Not only does the bus not stop for you, but it also drenches you to the skin." Not finding anything else to do, I continued to talk. "And once again, I am going to get a detention, because I haven't done my English homework." I rummaged in my pocket, hoping to find a packet of crisps of something as I had missed breakfast. That was when I noticed my keys were missing. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooooooo. Shit NO. I am going to get so done in for this. Great, not only have I got a ton of homework to do, but I've got to somehow get into my locker, and break into my own house. And it's not even 7:45!"
By the time I got to school, I was seriously annoyed. The only thing I was happy about was that I had PE first, so I might be able to fake something to get me taken home. And if I didn't do that, at least it delayed facing my evil English teacher.
I hid my money in my back pocket and began to run. This is usually the worst bit of the day. It's always the same 7 people who are waiting for me here, every morning. I don't know their names, so I can't tell on them, but there's 7 of them, and 1 of me so it'd be pretty stupid to fight them. I felt a tug on my bag and turned to see3 of them behind me, attempting to either take my gag or ruin it. I figured they'd probably do the latter, as there's no reason as to why they should want it. I decide to get to the point.
"What do you want?" I snapped. "Because today is NOT the best of times to bully me."
"Got any money?" Came the reply. Of course. Money. Unfortunately for me, I had a tenner on me, so I figured I should get away ASAP.
"No." I replied coolly.
"Liar. You always have money on you. I saw you fiddling with it back there. So where is it? Hand it over."
"I am disinclined to acquiesce o your request." Well, at least I knew what it meant. God, this was more like suicide than bravery.
"Fine. Have it your way." They began to shove me back towards the wall. I wanted to keep my tenner, and Dad was always complaining I didn't stand up for myself, so, what do I do? Kick him in the shins and run like hell.
Because of them, I was, once again, late for school.
"Doesn't matter – it's not like anyone notices or even cares. I mean who the hell would? Nobody listens to me, nobody talks to me... There's no reason why they should start now. Why does it always have to be me, Steph?" I was getting strange looks from people as I walked by. I began to run. "Why me? Everything I do, everything I say is not good enough for anyone, especially my parents, who are like, biggest perfectionists of the century. Every day same drill. Boring life. Boring routine. Always in trouble. Nobody cares. God, what a sad life I lead."
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A/N Ok, ok, it will get better... Promise ;) Please review ~Kess ;P~
This story is written through Steph's eyes.
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Chapter 1 ~ Followed
"Yeah, whatever... See ya!" I shouted, pulling the front door behind me. I'm not exactly what you'd cal an early riser, but I'm always out of the house at 7:30. By that time, mum's still in bed, my sister, Frances, is in the shower, and my dad is eating breakfast in his pyjamas. But then I can't exactly blame them. It is Monday morning, there's ice on the ground from overnight, and it's raining buckets. But then, this is England "Eventually...." I finished as I locked the door.
And so I walked the path I walk every morning, attempting to walk under random trees to avoid getting wet. I checked behind my shoulder as I dawdled to the bus stop. By now it was only drizzling. I checked over my shoulder again, and saw the bus hurtle down the hill.
"~Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no." I whispered to myself as I ran to the bus stop. I got there. Just. That didn't mean the bus stopped. It just went strait on through a big puddle of rainwater, completely soaking me.
I stood there, drenched in muddy, freezing water, with my mouth open looking like a goldfish. First embarrassment of the day.
Knowing there wasn't another bus for at least 20 minutes, I began to walk down the hill to school. It was only a 2-mile walk, though on foot I seemed a lot longer. As I do every morning that I miss the bus, I began to talk to myself.
"Just my luck. Just my bloody luck. Not only does the bus not stop for you, but it also drenches you to the skin." Not finding anything else to do, I continued to talk. "And once again, I am going to get a detention, because I haven't done my English homework." I rummaged in my pocket, hoping to find a packet of crisps of something as I had missed breakfast. That was when I noticed my keys were missing. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooooooo. Shit NO. I am going to get so done in for this. Great, not only have I got a ton of homework to do, but I've got to somehow get into my locker, and break into my own house. And it's not even 7:45!"
By the time I got to school, I was seriously annoyed. The only thing I was happy about was that I had PE first, so I might be able to fake something to get me taken home. And if I didn't do that, at least it delayed facing my evil English teacher.
I hid my money in my back pocket and began to run. This is usually the worst bit of the day. It's always the same 7 people who are waiting for me here, every morning. I don't know their names, so I can't tell on them, but there's 7 of them, and 1 of me so it'd be pretty stupid to fight them. I felt a tug on my bag and turned to see3 of them behind me, attempting to either take my gag or ruin it. I figured they'd probably do the latter, as there's no reason as to why they should want it. I decide to get to the point.
"What do you want?" I snapped. "Because today is NOT the best of times to bully me."
"Got any money?" Came the reply. Of course. Money. Unfortunately for me, I had a tenner on me, so I figured I should get away ASAP.
"No." I replied coolly.
"Liar. You always have money on you. I saw you fiddling with it back there. So where is it? Hand it over."
"I am disinclined to acquiesce o your request." Well, at least I knew what it meant. God, this was more like suicide than bravery.
"Fine. Have it your way." They began to shove me back towards the wall. I wanted to keep my tenner, and Dad was always complaining I didn't stand up for myself, so, what do I do? Kick him in the shins and run like hell.
Because of them, I was, once again, late for school.
"Doesn't matter – it's not like anyone notices or even cares. I mean who the hell would? Nobody listens to me, nobody talks to me... There's no reason why they should start now. Why does it always have to be me, Steph?" I was getting strange looks from people as I walked by. I began to run. "Why me? Everything I do, everything I say is not good enough for anyone, especially my parents, who are like, biggest perfectionists of the century. Every day same drill. Boring life. Boring routine. Always in trouble. Nobody cares. God, what a sad life I lead."
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A/N Ok, ok, it will get better... Promise ;) Please review ~Kess ;P~