She's alone, she's not happy. Nothing in the world tell her differently, and she's sure how long she can take it anymore. She doesn't know where she's from nor where she's going. Just a simple high school girl not sure what to do with herself anymore.
Long ago, she pushed everything away. Considering herself on her own. Deciding that she's lost.
She feels the the soft vibrations in her pocket and takes out her discreetly and softly presses the button of the antique model she calls her phone.
Don't worry Mitch. We'll get out soon ;) - Shane
It reads, bringing a small smile to her lips. She looks up from her textbook and he catches her eye. His small smile and bright eyes catching her attention. He's looking at her and she loves his attention, more than anything. She wipes the sad look off her face and sends him back a smile. Appearing to be happy.
It reminds her of why she's still here and why she fakes everyday. Because of him. He lights up her world. His bright smile and personality taking away the darkness. She does it for him. If it wasn't for him, she's positive that she would have offed herself by now.
No one knows about her though. Not a thing, she's sure. Not even he knows. She's sad, she calls it. Everyone knows what she really is. Depressed. How she loathes that word. Thinking that she's been called that too many times for her liking. She's considered the idea of being "depressed" before, scoffing at her thoughts.
If she really was. He would have noticed. But his sunny disposition blocks out all the bad. He's happy. He's got a good life. Everyone loves him, no one loves her.
Can't wait. - Mitchie
She sends back, watching his as he checks the message then looks back at her, the smile on his face growing bigger. She can't help but return one. That's what he does to her, even with the smallest things. She watches him type another message under his table and smile at her when he's done, feeling the vibrations again.
Her heart flies as she opens it, she loves getting messages from him, no matter how small they are.
Work tonight? I gotta talk to you..it's important. - Shane
She bites her lip, trying to think of what it could possibly when it hits her she works at the slimy, run down place everyone calls a diner. She internally groans. This could be the day, she thinks to herself but shakes it. She's being silly. He's got her, and as if on cue she comes into view. Sitting right on his lap and pulling his lips to hers. He hesitates for a second but gives in.
Shane always gives into her. And she knows why she does it.
He pushes away the pretty blond girl, not too far or hard. He doesn't want to offend her. "Tess, we're in study hall," she hears him.
Those words make her smile, he's a gentleman and hates public displays of affection. She loves that about him, Mitchie loves everything about him.
Tess leans down and whispers something in Shane's ear that makes him press his lips together in a tight line. She's so nosy and wants to know what Tess told him. Quickly, you turn away when Tess' pulls back and sees her watching them closely. She leaves Shane's side and is heading over to her table.
Mitchie fears confrontation.
Luckily, Tess only manages to hit her shoulder with her heavy bag. To Mitchie, that's a blessing. She's used to so much more from Tess. From getting lunches dumped on her to being locked in a bathroom stall. Even when Mitchie does something small like talking back to Tess, remembering that earned her burnt end of her hair in Chemistry. She found it out, a relief but odd. Tess was always more cruel, especially when it came to anything including Shane.
Mitchie look up and sees Shane typing out another message, presuming its an apology to Tess. That's what he does. He blames himself for when other people are upset. And Mitchie loves him for that.
Her phone buzzes alive again and she quickly opens the message.
Yes or no? It's really important..something I only trust with you. - Shane
She bites her lip, trying to think what it could possibly be. Quickly she replies:
Sure, I get off eight. Come by then? - Mitchie
She watches as he opens the message she sent just seconds ago and he looks up, giving her a nod and a smile that makes her heart flutter ever so slightly. The only thing that breaks her out of her daze was the ringing bell that signaled the end of school and soon the start of a dreadful shift at the diner.
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She hopped of the bus and quickly ran into the diner, careful not to run into people. The bus had show up late and she had only about ten minutes to get into her uniform and clock in before being late again for the third time this week. One more time and she she'd be out of a job and she needed the little cash she got from it. She needed to it to it to leave this place with Shane. It's a childish thought but it gets her by everyday.
Quickly, she runs into the bathroom and gets into a stall, shedding her sweater and tank top and pulling out her red t-shirt reading Pepper's on it from her bag and slipping it on, then her long black apron. She slips it over her head and tying it before exiting the stall.
She makes sure to wash her hands well, knowing that it didn't matter though. This place was crawling with germs and she hated it, but she made do. Luckily, her hair was already up in a ponytail, saving her time. Mitchie grabbed her bag and left the bathroom, going behind the counter and to the back of the diner and hung up her sweater and bag, making her way back and was greeted by Lucy. The middle aged woman who was practically a mother to her. The closest she ever had to one.
"How are you sweetie, and your parents?" Lucy asks as hand a man his order.
"They're not my parents Luce, they're the Johnson's," Mitchie replies as she grabs a notepad and pen to start taking some order.
Lucy sighs and goes off to help other customers. Mitchie knows that. She never considered the Johnson's as her parents. Simply as Ann and Mike, her foster parents. Never really took much of a liking to them. Ann is always off at some random bar and Mike is always working. They couldn't have any kids of their own, so they have her. She wasn't exactly what they were expecting. "The depressed teenager upstairs" is what they referred to her as.
They never really paid much attention to her, and Mitchie liked it that way.
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As the clock nears eight o' clock, Mitchie's heart begins to beat faster. Awaiting Shane and his news. Her mind wanders as to what it could possibly be. The only thing that she can think of that makes her happy in that he's breaking it off with Tess. The worst being that he's leaving and this is his goodbye. Her heart feels pained just at the thought of it.
She stands behind the counter, partly because she doesn't want to sit alone. So she waits there till she hears the familiar bells meaning someone had entered and a smile appears on face. She grabs her book bag and sweater and makes her way to the table that Shane has waved her over to, taking a seat across from him.
"Hey," she smile brightly.
Shane gives her a small smile and looks back down at the table, he's nervous and unsure. She can tell.
"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" Mitchie asks, trying to get at least something out of him.
He presses his lips together and taps the table, appearing to try and think out his words before he says them.
"Is something wrong?" she asks hesitantly.
Shane shakes his head and looks up at her, able to tell that he's been crying, it immediately alarms her.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Tess is pregnant.."