Hello everyone, so it's been a while since I've wrote any Fanfics but decided to start a new one as I'm currently in the mood for writing. Ava Johnson is my own character, all others belong to Waterloo Road and the BBC. I hope you enjoy this first chapter
Chapter 1:
This is it. A new start. The chance to move on from the horrors of the past two weeks. Ava stared up at the red bricked building in front of her with her blue eyes, a narrow grey road leading to the car park to the side, a field of grass on the other. A new beginning.
As Ava stood there, groups of people walked past; clusters of girls talking quick and laughing, crowds of boys shouting at each other and chasing footballs. Ava noticed eyes looking towards her. The new girl she thought. But then she remembered about the cuts and bruises on her face, the memories flooding back. Ava took a deep breath and lifted her right hand out to the side. Holding it there for a moment Ava turned and let out a sigh, a lump forming in her throat. She had never had to do this alone before. She lowered her hand and after taking a moment to compose herself started to walk down the path to Waterloo Road.
Opening the door Ava steps into the school and her eardrums are filled with the sound of voices talking from every direction. Looking around Ava can see people walking up and down the corridor, some stood at the side in small groups talking. Ava spots a sign saying reception and follows the arrow deciding it would be the best place to start. She had never been that confident and didn't really enjoy being in new situations. She preferred for someone else to take charge but that wasn't a possibility anymore.
Arriving in reception Ava heard a door opening and turned to see a woman with brown hair coming down to her shoulders emerging. The woman walked over to the photocopier before turning around. Ava quickly turned so the woman couldn't see her face, pretending she wasn't watching she was doing previously
"Ah, you must be Ava," The woman said, her voice sounding warm and friendly. "If you go and take a seat in my office I'll be with you in just a second." She said gently pointing through the door she had appeared from. Ava turned and headed into the office making sure to keep her head down. She knew she wasn't going to be able to hide them, but she didn't want it to be the first thing to be mentioned.
"Right," said the voice as the woman came into the office closing the door behind her before taking a seat at her desk. "I'm Ms Mason the headteacher." She said looking at Ava who was still sat with her head down, twiddling her fingers in her lap.
"I've just been reading in your file that you've just moved into the area to live with your Dad. You must be a bit nervous starting at a new school in a new place. Where did you live before here?" Ms Mason asked gently.
"Near Birmingham" Ava replied quietly. She could feel tears building in her eyes just thinking about everything that she had left behind. How she wished she could just be back there, everything as it was. Instead she had been dumped here.
Ms Mason looked at Ava, her blond wavy hair dangling over her face as she continued to sit with her hair down. She knew she must be nervous, after all it was her first day at a new school in a town she had just moved to, but she couldn't help but feel there was something she was not telling her.
"I have your timetable here. Which subjects do you enjoy?" Ms Mason asked hoping she would be able to find out a bit more about her. Instead, Ava just shrugged her shoulders keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.
"I see here that you are a fan of music and drama?" Ms Mason asked shifting her gaze from the file back to Ava who sat there in silence.
"Before you go to your first lesson do you have the form I gave to your Dad to fill in?" Ms Mason asked. She watched as Ava's head disappeared under the desk and heard rummaging. A few seconds later Ava's head appeared, and Ms Mason saw her face for the first time. She had a large cut across her forehead, one of her eyes circled by a black bruise, other small cuts and bruises noticeable too.
"Ava, what happened to your face?" Ms Mason asked as she took the letter from Ava's hand which was shaking.
"It doesn't matter." Ava said shakily. Ms Mason guessed this is the reason she hadn't been making eye contact the whole time.
"I'm afraid it does. You're now a pupil at my school and I have a duty to make sure you're safe." Ms Mason explained continuing to look at Ava.
"Well it's none of your business, pupil or not." Ava snapped as she stood up grabbing her bag from the floor and flinging it onto her shoulder. She swiped her timetable from Ms Mason's desk before turning and storming out of the office before Ms Mason had the chance to call her back.