A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter on my first story. It may be bad, but I like it and hope you do too.
Enjoy!
Differently special
By .x
Chapter 1 – Bad Day
BPOV
Just make it home. Then you can scream and cry as much as you like. I advised myself mentally, getting on the crowded train home.
So I held my head high, smiling at the old doorman (who was probably older than my grandfather) whilst making my way to the stairs up to my apartment. The lift was broken again.
I climbed the stairs slowly, to stop myself from collapsing on the long walk to the 13th floor. It would seem unlucky, but it was actually one of the best apartments in the building block.
I opened the door, wondering why I even bothered to lock it in the first place. Sure, I lived around all the bad people, but that means they knew what a dump the place was. Anyone with half a mind ran from the place. But, unfortunately, I had no choice.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I chased it away. I didn't want to deal with unwanted memories on top of my day (which, by the way, was absolutely horrible).
I sat on the sofa, on top of the blanket my grandmother had knitted for me, and curled into a little ball. Then, I relived my bad day.
I woke up and looked around my living room. I found my phone and turned off the alarm, which was blaring music from some heavy metal radio station. About the only channel it recieved, and the loudest – guaranteed to wake me up.
Rubbing my eyes, I stood up. I walked to the tiny kitchenette and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. Bland, supermarket brand cornflakes. I was running out of it, and the milk was a bit sour. I'd have to stop by the store soon.
After eating it quickly, trying not to taste it, I hurriedly got changed into the itchy McDonald's uniform. Then, looking at the clock, I ran out the door, in a hurry to catch my train. I was the only one at the station, and I realised that my train had just left. I sighed and turned around. Looked like I was getting a cab today. No supermarket run tonight.
When I got to work late, my boss was not a happy camper. "I'm really, really sorry, sir. The train came to the station early, and-" He was also not interested in my lies.
"Bella, that's the third time in one month. You know what that means." I did know, and, from the smirk on his face, he was obviously happy about being able to do this to me.
"Please, I need this job! Just give me one more chance. Please." I begged. I was unhappy to be stooping to this level, but I did need the job, so I did it without hesitation.
"Sorry," He said in a tone that indicated he was anything but, "Rules are rules. You can work today and get paid for that, but then you turn in your uniform – washed! - tomorrow."
I nodded. "Yes, sir." I would work my absolute best today, and be a total suck-up, and hopefully he would let me stay. I was almost certain that my plan wouldn't work, but there was a chance, and then the possibility that I would get some tips. (Although this was unlikely, it's a fast food restaurant).
I worked my butt off for the 2 hours until my shift was over, at 6am. Then I smiled to my boss as I left.
I ran to catch my train, making it just in time. I then sat next to the old lady who always got this train, who enjoyed telling me stories about her daughter and how I was just like her. It got annoying quickly, but I'd easily choose her over the scary-looking gang who sat next to the only other unoccupied spot.
I made it home unscathed, then rushed through my door, getting changed into my school clothes, brushed my teeth and hair, grabbed my bag and was out the door again.
I caught the bus this time, and got to school, in time to meet my 2 best friends, Alice and Rosalie, on the way to our form. "Hey guys."
"Hey!" They replied, and each took one of my arms as we walked. That was about the highlight of my day.
In English, usually my favourite lesson of the day, we had the worst substitute teacher known to our school. He was the strictest, and he found errors in everything anyone could possibly do.
In spite of this, I tried my hardest to be a model student. He gave detentions out very easily, and I had to go out and find a job tonight. I did well, by him. I didn't get told off, and no detentions. But I found it hard to smile when he told me that my poem was rubbish, and too short. It was a Haiku, it was supposed to be short! But I didn't tell him that, just went back to my desk and wrote a longer one.
In Science, we were dissecting Pigs' eyes. That was disgusting in itself, but then my partner cut his hand on a scalpel, and it was bleeding loads. I nearly fainted, and we both ended up in the Nurse's office.
In History, we had a surprise test, and I didn't think that I'd done well at all. I was sure of about five answers, I narrowed about ten down to two answers and guessed from there, and the rest I guessed.
In PE, which was always a disaster area for me, I bruised myself basically everywhere it was possible to bruise, and got held back for 'not participating enough'. Thankfully, he just made me run around the gym 5 times. I tripped about once per lap, but I hurt myself no further.
Because of being held back, I made it to the canteen late and there was only soup left. I took that and a roll, and sat down alone (as Alice and Rosalie had already eaten).
The afternoon was long and boring, and I walked home with Alice in a mood. I complained about everything to her, and she didn't act annoyed at any time. By the end of my rant, I was feeling much better and hugged Alice, telling her she was an angel. She just laughed and asked if I wanted her to come with me job hunting. This was an offer I declined, because she wouldn't want to know the times I'd offer to work, or the places I'd beg to be employed at.
Instead of saying this, I told her in a joking tone, "Yeah, right! Daddy's little rich girl job hunting!" Then I laughed as if this amused me no end.
Thankfully, Alice seemed to pick up more on what I meant then what I said, laughing and agreeing. "Okay, I'll see you later!" she said, then walked off in the direction of her house (back the way we'd come).
I was unsuccessful in being accepted anywhere except a new, health-food place which would be gone in a week. After that waste of time, I caught a train back home...
I moaned to myself, thinking about the loans I'd have to get to pay for everything... then shook my head. No, I had to get a job. There were other towns. I'd look somewhere else next. Any close places would do.
My stomach took this decision as a good enough time to declare that I was hungry. I stood up and looked in my fridge. I could have a slice of bread or some more cereal. I sighed, and closed my fridge. That was stuff for breakfast. I guessed I'd have to go out to eat today.
I smiled then, knowing exactly where I'd go. A cheap place I knew, with delicious food. I checked the clock on the wall, it was 6:00. An hour to get there, eat, then get out again. That was long enough, and it wasn't that crowded at this time... or at any time, really.
With this decision made, I grabbed my purse, counting my money. I then walked out the door, smiling a genuine smile this time, then walked in the moonlight to the little café.
