A Fired Heart

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I had my suspicions that I may have had a miscarriage sometimes, because, there was no way in hell a teenager could be so maternal over a little kid that she had only known for a few years and wasn't related to; but I could be wrong, my imagination ran wild frequently and I got very paranoid.

No one knew about what happened at the old orphanage, and it made me cry just to think about it, but I wouldn't cry in front of people so that deducted the possibility of me ever telling someone. They probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

I usually felt myself falling to pieces, shards of the true me falling into the darkness where I'd never be able to find it again, and even if I tried I'd be cut and sliced with the shards of everyone else that had lost their way. No one could really take away the pain, but I guess I got used to the front. The front that saved me from exposure for thing I really was.

"Mitchie, up!" I groaned, personally, I would much rather just lie here all day and contemplate my life whilst staring at the thought provoking ceiling, but no, I had to go endure math.

Dragging myself up, I found my way to the wardrobe and whipped out a t-shirt, a denim skirt, some tights, and my converse. I applied my make-up in my usual look, winged and dusted.

I looked over to my guitar,

"Not today little guy" I muttered to him…yes, I personified my guitar. He represented someone I've lost, and couldn't bear to let go of. So now, every time I play, I know up there somewhere, I'm making them happy.

I agilely tiptoed at speed down the stairs, dodging toys and any other haphazardly placed toys, picking up the wheeled ones so that no one would roll down the stairs. I chucked the colourful toys in the wicker basket at the base of the stairs, up against the wall.

"Mitchie-!"

"I'M UP!" I shouted, interrupting Helen whose face had morphed into a scowl.

"Don't use that tone with me"

"What tone?" I said innocently as I grabbed a bright green apple biting into it and chomping,

"You know perfectly well what tone I'm referring to, and that is not all you're having for breakfast young lady. You will sit down with your siblings and have a proper meal"

"Hold up! One, this is how I talk. There is no tone, and if there is it isn't intended and any resemblance to a known tone, living, or dead is completely coincidental. Two, I can eat what I want and I'm late, so I'm leaving now, because I can and because I don't particularly want to be here…if you haven't noticed-" I added icily, now the tone was intentional,

"-and three, they aren't my siblings! Where do you get off thinking that you can assume something so full of bull shit like that?" I glared and held the barely eaten apple by the stalk between my fingers, opened the bin with my foot stomping down on the peddle and delicately dropped the apple in the bag; giving a look to Helen before storming out of the house, I forgot my bag all together. This was going to be a great day.

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"A normal person would have just turned around, gone in, picked up their bag and walked out again. But no I have to let damn pride get in the way!" my arms were flying as I demeaned myself.

"Such an idiot" I muttered again, kicking a stone and drove my hands into my skirt pockets as I looked down.

"Poor stone, what did it do to deserve to be shoved around? Told its direction in life, it was probably completely content to sit in the spot for the rest of its lifetime. Maybe even made friends with the moss"

I sighed; maybe I was going crazy; maybe the kids at the orphanage weren't too far off…or maybe just fortune tellers. I looked up and saw school, in all is foreboding glory.

"Shit!" the clock outside the door became visible and I was nearly 40 minutes late. I blame the stone.

I stealthily and soundlessly crept into the school (you could tell it did this way to often) its white halls and cold light floor made me feel like I was in a hospital every time I stepped into the wretched building. Quickly locating my locker I spun the combination and pulled out my emergency bag, not my school bag but a bag that contained everything I needed if I decided to pack up and bugger off. I looked at the clock down the hall,

Well, might as well milk this up a bit.

I took my headphones out of my bag along with my iPod; I slid the headphones over my head and played the loudest song I could find at short notice at full volume. Smiling as the music encased me and my thoughts into a whirlwind of tranquillity. I went to zip my bag back up and saw the discrete packet of blades there, I shook my head. No, you were doing well. Listening to my more rational side for once I decided to just zip the pocket back up and keep walking back towards reception.

I plastered on my best I don't give a shit face and strode up to the desk, a scowl engraved on my face. Petunia looked up and sighed, her lips pursing in a patronizing manner.

"I could have picked you up some lemons, you just had to ask" I said, absently inspecting my torn nails and rugged finger tips.

"Miss. Torres I think it would be best if you made your way to class" she said through a tense jaw and tight lips.

"Well, they've nearly finished all of 1st period there's really no point in staying for another 4 is there?" I said and headed for the door,

"Wait right there!" I groaned,

"Just in case you've suddenly lost your eye sight, I'm walking out of school; I don't want to come back in to talk to you"

Mrs. Opal (or just Opal to her performing students) blocked my exit and folded her arms patronizingly,

"I am fully responsible for your attendance Mitchie and I am not letting you simply leave when you please!" you see, some teachers were allocated at the beginning of every year to keep an eye on the trouble children, set them on the straight and narrow and then we'd sit in a group and discuss how our attitude to school and others had improved regularly. Yeah, as of yet, no one else was being supervised…well, apart from me.

"Well, I'm not going to lessons, I don't have my books" I said, a smug smirk on my face.

"Oh that just fine Mitchie, I'm sure I can find plenty for you to do. I strongly doubt the teachers want you in class any who" I scowled and looked down muttering to the floor, clenching and unclenching my fists. Mrs Opal lead me to the performing arts centre. To make it that much worse people began pouring out of their lessons, moving onto their next.

Upon seeing Mrs Opal and I they stopped and kept to the edges to watch and snicker, leaving Mrs Opal a clear pathway straight down the middle of all the hall ways. And let me tell you, there were a lot of them.

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"Mitchie, work" I huffed and looked down at the damn text book,

"There's no point, I know it all" they all thought I was an idiot, despite my test results. They probably thought I cheated though, my chemistry teacher scoffed rather unattractively, no matter she was 50 and unmarried.

I was sat at the back of the PA centre, in one of their classrooms, bored as hell and sat with an irritating chemistry teacher.

"Mitchie, just do the work" I glared harshly but completely the questions at the bottom of the page without reading the information, I mean, how many neutrons does carbon have? Really? I scribbled down 6 for the assumably carbon-12, they hadn't stated you see.

I got up, slung my bag strap over my shoulder and slapped my sheets down on her desk,
"Done"

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I sat, avoiding Mrs Opal's eyes. I stared at the floor so long I think I could tell you how many specs of dirt and dents were in each tile.

"Mitchie" she said crouching down to my level as I was sat at a desk looking away,

"You are a very bright girl, and many other talents I presume" my brow lowered in response,
"To use presume is to act as if something is true without evidence, you are guessing"

"Yes, yes I am" I grumbled under my breath as she smugly smiled, I had just proved her point. Idiotic move on my part,

"Why am I here?" she didn't seem impressed by my question but answered none the less, standing up in a swirl of ornate vermillion fabric,

"Mitchie, you have completed all the work set without even looking at the resources, it is impossible for you to look up the answers beforehand and I doubt you would've taken the time to do that-"

"What? Am I too busy causing trouble?" she looked at me with angered disbelief,

"Aren't you?" I tried not to flinch away as I stared coldly into her eyes,

"I don't have to answer any question that is strewn out of you old dejected mouth!" I shoved to table away from and stormed for the door.

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You could say I'd been purposefully disruptive, but I'd prefer to say that I was merely defending my façade; the poor thing could hardly look after its self now could it?

"Excuse me! Miss Torres?" I heard the familiar voice of Peter, an extremely helpful student in my year that ran errands for Mrs Opal, other teachers and the receptionists when he wasn't in class. Sometimes he was even sent out of class because he'd finished and they trusted him.

That was something I'd never have, trust.

No one would ever have it off me either though, so I guess it's fair doos and all that.

"Yes Peter?" he wasn't that bad, he got teased a lot but I couldn't see why. He was kind, forgiving and actually quite good looking with his light brown hair and warm chocolate eyes. And he had this warm British accent that made it almost impossible to shout at him.

He smiled kindly at me and handed me the note he was carrying,

"Is it from Mrs Opal?" Peter gave me this smile, the one that says you're-in-so-much-trouble-that-I-think-you-may-need-a-hug, obviously I didn't like hugs, but I knew if I asked he wouldn't say no. He was just too…nice, I guess.

"Yeah, it is. You know if you ever want to talk-"

"You're there" I finished for him with a small smile, not a proper one, just a grateful one. He was the one person I tried hardest to keep the façade away from. He was the one person who liked the real me. I had never shown the real me to Caitlyn or Jake, not completely, I'm too scared they'll hate me for me, or worse, for hiding myself from them. I didn't want to take that risk.

"Do you think I have enough time to run out?" I asked hopefully, Peter shook his head, trying to hold in his smile,

"I don't think you'd want to anger her anymore, she's practically livid" I pursed my lips,

"Fine" I said, and tried to make it look like I was walking to her office,

"I have to escort you" Peter said catching up, I sighed,

"Fine, we better go this way then" he looked perplexed, I laughed quietly under my breath, shaking my head as I looked down,

"You should know me by now, that wasn't the way to her office Peter" Peter gave me a disapproving look that he held for all of about two seconds before laughing heartily,

"Yeah, I should know you better"

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"Come in" Mrs Opal gritted out, her tone splintering. I gave one last look at Peter, who looked petrified, and then entered. My stride had automatically changed back to obnoxious and self-righteous to match my altered personality. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find the motivation to change it though; I had no motivation at all these days.

The cold eyes of Mrs Opal drilled holes straight through my neck, Peter stood at my side though. Despite his fear he knew I would kick off if I felt cornered.

"What was it that my services were needed for?" I said obtusely, my tone matching her earlier strained one; politeness came easy to neither her nor me when we were in these types of moods but we both found it like a game to see who could hold their manners the longest.

Mrs Opal had this look in her eyes, like she was determined to the point where she would kill for it…obviously she wouldn't kill anyone, she was a teacher; but it still unnerved me. I just couldn't understand how I was the public enemy, teachers were worse than me, I just responded to their ridiculous behaviour in the same way they would act if I was equally ridiculous!

"You are to be under supervision at all times, you are not to leave an adults or responsible student's side, do I make myself clear?" I scoffed,

"So you're just going to make that decision are you? Well, just let me point out a few…weak points in that plan" I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the filing cabinet,

"No one in their right mind would want to spend their time constantly in my company, if someone follows me home it's stalking, and if I get angry you will be fully responsible for anyone that gets hurt. And let me tell you, being escorted everywhere would make anyone angry, let alone me, so I suggest you think about this a lot more carefully" Mrs Opal looked smug, something I hated seeing on anyone's face besides mine.

"We'll Miss Torres, there's no need to worry your, pretty, little, head-" she pointed a patronising finger at me as my eyes narrowed and I felt my angered shakes rake through my body, she sounded too much like someone from my past, and if I didn't hit something I was going to cry sooner or later.

"I already have numerous volunteers, and also students with piling up detentions and community services have been added to the list with their consent-" What about my fucking consent crazy lady? And now I'm community service? My head was running away from me, but I daren't open my mouth…I'd probably blurt out something that I didn't want them to know.

"They won't be following you home, just far enough off the school premises. They will however, be picking you up for school. You may choose who will have this job as I'm aware some students have home…circumstances they'd prefer to stay hidden-" I gritted my teeth, I felt my nails digging into my palm, I didn't really register the pain anymore, I locked it away and only opened it when I needed to feel it to get rid of it all.

Peter knew better than to comfort me but he reached tentatively for my hand and unclenched it, wiping the small smear of blood off my finger tips and let go of my hand to stand in the corner again. I swallowed; I was not going to cry. I didn't like kindness or worry; I could do this by myself. I didn't deserve help besides.

"-they will all be told how to deal with an angry Miss Torres-" Crash course in how to deal with me? What the bloody hell?

"-And then the more confident will be with you outside of school, and the others will be kept an eyes on every now and again whilst escorting you through school"

"I don't see why this is necessary!"

"You do not turn up to school on time! You cause disruptancethroughout the day! You're barely in any lessons at all! And you harass the staff and the students! In whose right mind would not want to have you chaperoned and escorted?" she's lost it first, her voice booming around the room and through the walls.

I went to launch myself at her; she had no right to speak of me like that! She doesn't know why, she never will, she knows nothing! I felt arms pull my back by the waist and I growled in frustration, my fists hit anything they came into contact with.

I knew they were bleeding after I hit the hinge of a locker and blood stained it, I clenched my eyes shut and breathed evenly.

"And I think we'll also get you a councillor" I opened my eyes slowly, my face a storm of barely tamed rage,

"Fuck. You" I shoved Peter's arms away from me and pinched the bridge of my nose as I walked out. The room spun at an awkward angle. I felt blood drip from my raised hand and into my mouth. I cringed at the taste.

I leant up against the nearest wall and found myself slipping down. The floor was cold so I didn't mind; I pressed my cheek on it, not caring about the dirt or germs for once. I just wanted to be alone.

The dizziness passed and I hesitantly got up, everything stayed at the right angle so I decided now was the best time to go get cleaned up.

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So how was this chapter? Hope it was ok, let me know if you want me to move a bit faster in the pace of the story, sometimes I slow the pace and quicken it and I know it irritates some people,

Happy reading!

Sasha XxxX