scene eleven - skip - year eight

“You can’t just skip science, Jey.”

She was trying to be nice. They knew she was. But her words just kept hitting a solid wall they’d painstakingly created in their mind, and they had to remember—she didn’t know. Well, they hoped she didn’t. T had promised not to tell anyone else: reluctantly, but it was still a promise, and he wouldn’t go back on something as important as a promise. They knew he wouldn’t. Even in a world where everyone who loved them seemed to be in some great conspiracy to betray, hurt and abandon them, they believed he wouldn’t.

Maybe it was stupid, but it was the only truth they were hanging to at that moment, so it was important.

“Watch me.” They replied sullenly, knowing they’d just sound like they were sulking—maybe about the detention, or just the general dislike of Mr Chancer which they were known to have. She didn’t have any idea. “Just go to class, leave me alone.”