October 9

I walk into Miss. Cimorelli's writing class. I'm of course the first one. But I don't see how when I actually went to first bell this morning. I shrug the thought off and begin to limp in, but mentally told myself no. I stop walking for a moment then continue without the limp. I held back the screams of pain I wanted to let out.

"Good morning Y/N," I glance over to her and give her a small, fake smile. "You can get your journal and begin to write. Once i settle the class, I'll be sure to catch you up." I smile and nod. As I walk over to the lockers I reach in and grab my journal. Once I have it in my hands I hold it close, making sure to cover my hands, so nobody sees. I take my seat, the same one I had yesterday.

The students began to pile in and everyone was taking their seat. While that happened, the bell rang, and Miss Cimorelli started her lesson. I didn't listen, I just started to write. But I was soon interrupted by the teacher. I stop writing and put the pen in the page and shut the journal. She smiles at me as she sits.

"So how was your first day of school?" She asks. I shrug. "Wasn't that good?" She nods. "I understand. I wasn't good at school either or making friends. But look at me now. I'm a teacher." She got me to smile, a bit. "Ahh, there it is." I look up at her and raise an eyebrow. "I haven't see you smile a real smile. Thought I'd give it a try."

"W-What?" I say, surprised she noticed that I'm forcing my smiles out.

"Y/N, before I was a teacher I went into school for psychology, planning on being a therapist and I was for a long while, and i learned a lot from a bunch of different students. But it hurt me hearing these kids talk about their lives. It was very sad so I moved to a writing teacher. Use to write all the time when I was a kid. Except it was very difficult with 10 other siblings in the house." My eyes widen, she lets out a laugh.

"We're they really annoying?" I question, keeping it safe. She nods her head up and down.

"Yes, but for the most part I learned from them. And I still love them. They're family," She drifts off and keeps a smile on her face. "But I helped them and my one sister, Lauren. She put on fake smiles for a while and I caught onto it. And then my other younger sister, Dani she did the same thing. So I can tell." I look away and look at the journal. "Dont worry kiddo. I didn't read it. Just know I'm here to talk if you need anything." I nod and look into her chocolate brown eyes. "Im going to go check on the other kids. Talk later?" I nod and she smiles as she gets up and leaves. I open my journal and stare at the filled page. I look up and look for Miss Cimorelli. Her blue hair not hard to find. I look back down and smile to myself. She cares. Or is she just saying that? Father always told me to not fall for teacher's traps. That they never really cared, they just wanted the money. But...what if she really does care? I shake my head at the thought.

I go to write again when a siren goes off. Fire drill. Or real fire? All the kids get up and rush out. I get up and walk out of the classroom. Trying to keep up with the other students. When I'm suddenly grabbed and thrown into the janitors closet. I feel strong powerful hits to my gut. I scream out in pain, louder than I've ever heard myself scream. They instantly covered my mouth, just with a hand, obviously panicking. But they don't stop. Whoever it was...I knew who it was, wouldn't stop. But soon after a while I heard my name being shouted.

The girls throw me into a shelf. I hit it hard and fall down, feeling stuff fall ontop of me. They rush out and I lay there knowing the bruises were going to get worse. Just by them hitting there and i knew I wouldn't get hurt by father today maybe not even tomorrow but I will get hurt by these girls tomorrow. It's going to be a repeat of last year. I sigh and try to move the stuff off of me. Though as I'm pushing stuff off of me I kick the shelf and see it begin to fall. I quickly roll away and hear a loud...thump. I keep my head down and hear the door open. I look up and meet chocolate brown eyes.

"Y/N!" Miss Cimorelli exclaimed. She rushed over and helped get the stuff off of me and helped me up. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I felt weird. I felt...something. Was it comfort? Was it real? Was it love? She pulled away after what seemed forever and looked into my eyes. "You okay sweetie?" I nod as she looks into my Y/E/C eyes.

"Lisa, did you- you found her!" I look around Miss Cimorelli to find the principal. "Okay, good. We're good to come in." Miss Cimorelli nods her head and looks back at me. She examines me and I know she wanted to ask me something, but didn't say anything. Instead we walked back to class and there my eyes widened as two kids were holding my journal and laughing.

"Look, there she is!" The kids all begin to laugh. I could feel my eyes tear up with tears. I go to run when Miss Cimorelli grabs my hand and keeps me put.

"Put the journal down Blake. All of you in your seats now!" Miss Cimorelli raised her voice. She turned towards me. "Go sit in your seat, put your head down and put your ear buds in." I nod as she whispered that to me. I walked to my seat and did exactly as she did. However I didn't put on any music. I listened to her. I wanted to know what she was going to say.

"Miss Cimorelli, may I use the bathroom?" One kid asked.

"No, we're going to chat," She said, frustration in her voice. "What gives any of you the right to read someone's journal?" Silence filled the room. "Blake, what if I read your journal and made fun of you? How would you feel? George, how would you feel if you were a knew student, having a hard time and someone read the only thing that was helping you?" Once again silence filled the air.

"Not good," a girl spoke out. Then silence.

"You all will be giving me a 5 paragraph essay on why it's not okay to touch other peoples things. On how you would feel if you were knew and someone read your journal. And lastly... how you would make it up. Now go. Each of those things I said are three different essays." I expected to hear everyone groan and get upset about it, but no one did. Everyone was completely silent. "You can hate me all you want, but i'm hear to teach you not only about writing but about life. Now start writing. This assignment will be due Thursday." Just then the bell rang. I kept my head down though, pretending I was still listening to my music and not listening. I feel a hand on my back and I jump up quickly. But relax when it's just Miss Cimorelli.

I take out my earbuds and she sits down beside me. "Y/N, why don't you come to my house after school? We can talk and i can catch you up on your work," She suggests. I look down. "Y/N, I'm not forcing you. If you don't want to, you don't have to."

"I-I-I will," I whisper. I look up and look into her eyes. I see her eyes light up and a smile form on her lips. I smile back, but mine's smaller.

"After your last period, come here. Okay?" She awaits an answer or a nod. I simply just nod. "Okay, let me write you a pass while you pack your things up." She gets up and walks to her desk, while I pack my things up then put my journal into the locker bay. Miss Cimorelli hands me the pass and I head to my next period.