Chapter 2
The morning sunlight beamed through the window as she opened her eyes. May had fallen a sleep under the table, and she could hear the sweet singing of the birds from the garden. She crawled out from under the table on her hands and knees, her hands wasstill sore. She stood up and straightened her black top that and gave a big yawn in front of the yellow clock.
"Shit!"
May had just realized what the time was, and she was late for school. In a rush she ran upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door. Her dad would have gone out by then, just like he usually was, so she was safe. She splashed the cold water over her face and rubbed off her dirty makeup, before running into her bedroom to get changed for school.
As she walked down the school corridor in her black trousers, she watched other kids sitting in their classes. Some looked bored while some seemed to be enjoying their lessons. When she came to her classroom, she took a deep breath and stepped in without knocking. May had interrupted the teacher in a heavy conversation, and she walked in looking bold and all eyes stared at her. Instead of telling the teacher why she was late, she walked on by to the back of the room with the teacher and other students looking at her.
"Well May, Where have you been?" asked the lady at the front of the class. May turned around
"Do you want the full truth or just the excuse?" she said tapping her finger against her face, and then she added, "Miss" for some sarcasium
"The excuse will do," replied the teacher
May flung her bag off her shoulder and sat down at her table by herself.
"Well miss, I woke up late"
"Haven't you got an alarm clock May?"
"No, her dad can't afford one," Shouted a boy who sat to the side with a baseball cap on.
"You better get you stuff out then" said the gray haired teacher, pointing.
As May reached in to her bag, with her bandaged hands a gang of boys whosat at the back laughed at her. She chose to ignore them and sat down. Then the teacher carried on, but May didn't take any notice, just what she normally did. The words that came out of Mrs. Wards mouth were like in a different language to May, she never understood any of her babbling. Instead she turned to look out the window, but there was nothing much to see.
But she wasn't the only one not listening, one boy at the front of the room to the side kept his eyes on May who was in a dreamy stare. He was a quiet lad, didn't make much noise and was a keen worker, everything May wasn't, but somehow he admired her. She always seemed to be strong, like nothing could stand in her way, like she had no cares in the world. But there was something about her, he knew there was more to her, something she kept well hidden. He wanted to speak to her but he was too afraid.
At lunchtime she sat by herself in the canteen, picking at her food with her fork. Then a group of blonde girlswalked by, flicking their hair and they turned to May.
"Got no one to sit with, May?" they teased
May looked up and smiled sarcastically "I'll rather be here on my own then sitting with you"
The girls laughed and trotted off. She hated those girls, they thought they were perfect in everyway, May knew she wasn't like them, nothing in her life was perfect. And in a way, she didn't want to be perfect. May didn't mind sitting by herself, it was something she was used to. But it was more then that, she didn't want any one to get close, close enough to know the truth, close enough to get hurt. She didn't want to hurt any one and she didn't want to get hurt, not like before.
Just as she was thinking about hurt, the stupid prick, Michael Doyle and his gang of jerks walked past. He was the one thing in her life that she didn't want to be reminded of. The year before, when May first arrived at the school, he was really nice to the new girl, unlike every one else. She felt really special, thought that someone really cared, but she was so wrong. May looked at him and thought what a fool she was, for believing him. She was once apart of that gang, only for a while, because as soon as he got what he wanted, she didn't exist anymore, and she still didn't. He walked past her everyday like it never happened but May had gotten used to it now, treated like shit from everyone, like she didn't matter. May chose not to get too friendly with people, she could never know if they were genuine or not, and she didn't want to go down the same road again, she had learnt her lesson but frankly she didnt seem to care. Well thats what she made herself think.