A story (Will think of a title)
 

I looked casually out of the window to my left. It only showed the usual kind of view, an alleyway down the side of the school with a few bins, and a load of bin bags overflowing out. It was always the same at all the other schools I went to. They never seemed to keep their bin areas tidy. But then again I was probably the only person on earth to notice things like that. I looked around and watched the rubbish blowing along the floor and wishes something would happen. My attention was drawn away from the rubbish on the floor, by a loud sigh. It must be Mrs. Barry’s secretary. I had my feet up on the coffee table, and she was bound to have an issue with that. Then again she had an issue with just about EVERYTHING.

I was here because I was in trouble again. My name is Alicia, I’m 16, and I live in Brighton. Right now, I am sat outside the Head’s office waiting for my mom to come in for a “Little meeting” to discuss my behaviour. Not like my mom will be bothered though. Well she will, but all she will be unhappy about is how I have “Ruined her plans.”

“Alicia”

I looked up so see the head standing in the doorway, looking rather angry.
“It seems your mother can’t make it in today. I know how you feel about us contacting your step-father, but in this case we have no choice.”

I couldn’t stand the thought, but I just really hoped that she wouldn’t be able to get hold of him, though knowing him, she would.
I was still sat here waiting and didn’t know what to do. I was starting to feel really worried and upset. I dug through my bag hoping I had brought “It” (“It” being my broken up plastic razor”) and realised I didn’t have it, or anything else sharp for that matter. I decided that I could no longer stay, and I walked calmly out of school and headed for the town centre.

Walking slowly along, I began to think of everything that had lead to this. When I was nearly 5, my dad walked out on my mom. That was the last time I ever saw or heard of him. My mom also became seriously depressed, and I was pretty much left to fend for myself from then on. She spent all her time drinking, or at some wild party. During the following months, she had several relationships that didn’t work, before she finally met my step-father. That is when my own life took a turn for the worse. Especially since after only a year of being together they had my sister Rianna, who according to my mom is the “Best thing that ever happened to her.” I am just this girl, who being from a previous relationship, is getting in the way of their perfect family. And my step-father always does his very best to make this clear to me.

But now I had almost reached the town. However I decided to head for the pier, maybe going on some rides would help distract me from the huge argument I know is going to start later.

I had been out a long time and I knew I should head home. Being out for such a long time, could only serve to make things worse. I walked to the end of the pier and along the streets towards my house. I lived more or less in the town centre, so it took only about 10 or 15 minutes for me to reach home. As I walked in my step-dad came up to me and slapped me dead in the face and began shouting a torrent of abuse. Shrugging it off, I headed up to my room to where I had left my sharp razor blade and sat down by the back wall.

I won’t give details of what happened next, but as I wrapped some bandages around my arm, I again asked myself why, why do I do this to myself? It was a question I wish I could answer too. I just lay on my bed drawing and waiting until it was late enough to go to sleep.

That was until my mom burst in to my room, in a not to happy mood.
“What the hell is your problem? Why have we got the same things going on again? You have been thrown out of three schools already!? I have tried everything and you just continue to misbehave!! I will be surprised if they let you stay at the school you are at now!” She ranted.

I just lay there and let her rant on. I really couldn’t care less. I was almost old enough to finish school anyway. Who really cared? It’s not like I behave that badly even, I just hate uniforms and petty rules about iPods, and not doing homework. I just kind of do as I please and schools eventually begin to get fed up. Whatever. I just think that there are more important things in life then school. Especially all their silly rules, it’s just a huge waste of time. Then again I say that about almost everything.

“ALICIA!!”

“ALICIA LISTEN TO ME” my mom yelled.

I ignored her, and she stormed out of my room. “Good” I though, before turning out the light and going to sleep.

Sitting in the Isolation room, I was really surprised. The school had not asked me to leave; instead they had a long talk about me and my behaviour. I thought about trying to improve actually. Well it’s not like I have much of a choice. My mom has told me that there are no more schools around here that will take me, and if I get chucked out of here, she is going to send me to live with my grandparents, which I don’t want.

I know there are more schools in this area, so it’s an excuse of hers. She would LOVE to be rid of me, so many times as she has told me.

Today I actually did well, and tomorrow it is back to normal lessons and stuff. Not looking forward to that.
As I have told you before, I live in the centre of a big city called Brighton, and I love the city life. Most of the time, my parents are out, and I’m left to look after myself. (They usually take Rianna, or leave her with a friend.) I have heard my grandparents live in a small village in the county. One of those kinds of villages that‘s a few houses and a newsagent, and nothing apart from farms for miles around. Sounds like a blast. NOT.

In light of that, I think I will make an effort to get through this last year of school. After all it’s only a year right?

Its looking good!!!! xxx