Virgin, Alice X [classic literature books txt] 📗

Chapter 1: My Hell-hole life

If you’re reading this then you must really have a lot of spare time on your hands. Ok let’s skip the crap about who I am, this story isn’t about who I am this story is about why I am telling you. Let me start with when everything suddenly changed, and no I’m not talking about me periods.

 “Ericka the virgin!” called Rita the school slut as she twirled her dark brown hair around her index finger.

“Yeah, no boy would want to kiss that hole you call a mouth,” shouted Sophie a new Rita recruit. She was a red head; her red hair was in a tight bun on the top of her head, strange fashion, looks more like a muffin exploded on the top of her head.

I rolled my eyes before walking out of the classroom, then I continuously heard their whispers behind my back, the annoying shushing and mumbling finally got to me when I turned around in a fit of anger and looked them both down. The looked of Slutty-Little-Bitches on my face I folded my arms and cocked my left eye brow “Rita slut number one you got an apprentice how nice, is she slut number two then?”

Both girls froze in their designer shoes and glared at me, their eyes boring into my skin. Without a care in the world I turned around and walked away.

The hallway was crowded of girls and boys some hand in hand some snogging in the corners till the teachers gave them detention.

I watched the floor because I couldn’t stand watching all those love birds having it, sometimes I felt pervy for watching them kiss so passionately while no boy would so that with me. My hands stuffed in my pockets. My hoodie over my head, I let my fringe fall over my right eye, it was my normal outfit something I felt more comfortable in.

Then I felt a poke in my left arm. “Is she even alive?” I heard someone ask, I wanted to let it slide past, act like I didn’t care but then another pulled at my hoodie from behind slightly pulling my hoodie off my head. Ducking down I pulled the hood over my head again. I stopped for a second taking everything in, then I turned around at the students stood behind me with devil like grins on their faces and gave them one of the death glares.

With that I turned on my converse sneakers and walked out of the main entrance. I was thankful that school had ended but home was no fun either. Mum would be at work all day and she would be working night shifts as well so I was going to be home alone like always but I was used to it.

I took the long way home; it wasn’t like someone would be at home to yell at me for coming home late.

The soft breeze was nice. Warm and refreshing, something that a long day at school could kill within five seconds.

I was just thinking about how I was going to complete my math homework because I hadn’t been listening in the lesson and the teacher refused to explain it to me. Till suddenly, I tripped over my own shoe lace and flopped in the middle of the road.

I closed my eyes for a split second and the next I found myself sitting in the middle of the road. Rubbing my hands together from the pain I heard someone from across the street calling at me. I looked up to see the owner of the bookshop shouting at me for some odd reason. Then I heard it.

A car was coming and I was sitting in the middle of the road like road kill. “Get off the road!” he shouted again. But I couldn’t move at all, all I did was stare at the car, coming towards me. I could see the danger, I felt the danger and I knew I was in danger but I couldn’t do anything at all. It felt like my body was in some kind of trance.

Then I felt a surge of energy and before I could blink again I jumped onto the pavement just in time. As the car past me I heard the driver say “stupid bitch.”

I stared down at my hands; I had never felt that energy before. And for a good ten seconds I thought I was good as dead. “What were you thinking Ericka?” asked Stan, the bookshop owner as he crossed the road looking both sides then walking beside me.

“Nothing,” I said bluntly.

“Well you should be more careful,” he said indicating to the rips on my blank skinny jeans. There was something else about him that made me feel uneasy, it felt like he was getting under my skin and crawling around it, I didn’t know if it was the reason because I knew he was dating my mother behind my back or was it the way his appearance was. Tall, dark and rather disgusting looking with a hair beard growing near his chin and upper face. I cringed just imagining my mother kissing a man like him, his prickly skin against hers. Gross!

I nodded my head just turning to trying leave before he could start a conversation because if I knew Stan, the I knew he loved to talk, once he start all he would do was talk and talk about things I couldn’t be asked to care about. “Ericka wait, how’s your mother?” he asked making me stop in my steps.  I wanted to slap him for some odd reason, I don’t know if it was because I had nearly been hit by a car an all he could think about was my mother who he was dating behind my back and he couldn’t make it any clearer.

“She’s fine,” I replied trying to end the conversation and move on but he continued talking, not taking in consideration of his babbling I continued walking watching the ground.

“Your mother is an amazing woman,” he said his voice becoming more and more muffled as I continued walking. I held my breath and watched the ground even more closely. I should be dead, but how? Why? My life was always boring as hell, but for a change something different happened but I couldn’t pin point whether I was overreacting or did that really mean something. As I walked I felt my body walking at a faster pace than I had started off, an uneasy lurking, I could feel like something was wrong but I didn’t know why. It almost felt like I was being watched.

As I came to the normal curve that crossed over and then on the other side was my house I saw a boy. It was an odd place for a boy to be sitting on a brown cemented wall his hoodie stooped low over his face, he was looking down at his mobile screen probably texting his girlfriend. That’s all I came across, girls and guys either hand in hand and lip on lip. If not that then it was one texting the other. Don’t get me wrong, yeah you could find the odd gay couple but they had some shame for the single people, they would only hold hands in public which was rather sweet. But some boys and girls went the whole way in the public eye, it was passionate and disgusting all at the same time, that’s all because I had no one to share it with.

Finally, making it home I opened the door with the key mum had given me and went to the kitchen. The rooms were gloomy, the only lit source was the hallway lit that they had lit when I walked through the door, my hand automatically reached for it when I walked in. I saw the note on the fridge that said shepherd’s pie in fridge ~love mum.

I went opened the fridge and got the plate with shepherd’s pie and put in the microwave pressing a few buttons and let it cook. This was my typical Monday night, just me. I only wish it wasn’t as lonely, sharing a typical Monday with someone else for once might have changed a lot of things. And that’s when things did really change.

Chapter 2: Naughty Note book = New boy

Like normal I had come to school and left mum a note that I had gone to school and I had made her breakfast because I knew she would wake up late and then forget to have breakfast. But as I walked through the school entrance doors I felt something was different. For a change Rita wasn’t with her red airhead friend to make me feel like shit, instead everyone was gathered on the bottom of the corridor. If I cared I would have gone to check what was going on but I couldn’t give a crap about what everyone was so interested in, they might just have found their new victim for the day to pick on instead of me.

Everyone wasn’t whispering about me to my surprise, in fact they were whispering about some boy. It made me think that everyone had found a new victim. I know I should have been sympathetic or something like that but instead I was happy because everyone had taken their eyes off me and now they were watching someone else.

I went to my math class knowing that I hadn’t done my math homework even though last night I had tried so hard. As soon as I walked in everyone ran to their desks and hushed each other, it made me feel uneasy, like they had done something to catch me out. I tried to ignore everyone but for some reason I couldn’t get them out of my head.

Then our math teacher walked in Ms Bash she glared at everyone but then her stare just stopped at me. “Ericka, did you do your homework?” I felt my hands become sweatier.

“Ms Bash, I didn’t understand it but I did try to attem-“ I struggled to say but she cut me short.

“Shut up and out of my class right now!” she said pointing towards the door.

I began to pick my things up and walked to the doorway only to be stopped by the principal. “Ericka, where are you going?” he asked as he stood in the doorway.

“Ms Bash told me to…”

“Ericka, stop lying can you get to your desk quickly then we can start our lesson,” Ms Bash quickly said in her angelic tone. My eyes widened then I made my normal face and went back to my desk. I could literally feel the kindness emanating from Ms Bash because the Principal was in the room. I couldn’t help but laugh it off.

The principal looked at everyone in the classroom before leaving. I saw the way Ms Bash stared at him her eyes all googaga over him. As soon as he had gone out of view she faced me with disgust.

“You got lucky,” she said before picking the chalk