I took my seat in front of the class. Gosh, I've waited for this lesson for far too long now. Not that I have a good poem but I just think I'll enjoy the lesson.

"Like I've told you earlier, you'll present your poems today. I take it you're all done."

Mrs Hattson said gaining groans and cheers from the class. Some people were excited while the others were complaining.

"I'll start from the bottom of the list and your marks will be awarded judging from the way you're standing through out your presentation-"

She continued explaining to us the whole judging criteria until she finally started calling out the names.

"Zayn Josh."

She called out the last person on the last person on the list. He said a poem about his grandmother which wasn't all that bad. A lot of people said their poems talking about pets, subjects, school and all kind of stuff.

Then it was Robson Austin's chance to present his work. I stared back to find him standing up and walking to the front with a paper in his hand. He stood in front of the whole class with a smirk plastered on his face. This can't be good...

That freak

He started. The title of his poem I take it.

"It's as if her pointy nose is elastic
It stretches when I do the noise tactic
I give her my most liked-fake smile
But she remains the annoying lady with a file."

I shake my head wondering just how he composed that. It didn't take much to put together that this poem was about none other than Mrs Hattson.

"Her googles big barely suiting her face
Blazing eyes stare as I put my feet on the desk
Homeworks I don't do just so can she die heart
Her voice actually worse than a lion roar.

Story-like part of her everyday lesson
Boring if you don't know the lady freak
Sarcastically I stay in her lesson
But Austin the q-tee doesn't belong here."

With that he walked back to his seat flashing me a smile as he walked past. I was dumpfounded. And here I thought he couldn't form a line in poetry. I know he wrote that himself. The class erupted in cheers and laughs. I glanced at Mrs Hattson who was fuming. Poor lady freak. Not my handwriting. Two learners followed suit saying their poems before my name was called. I stood up confidently standing in front of the whole class. I sighed holding my paper upright.

"Fed up with life

Well can life get any meaner?
Bad boy, ex-guy; not my usual demeanour
Going to the one place, just to be treated like a maid- maybe worse
A pretty damnulated life I have made- such a mess

The mistakes I've made crash me back to my past
My everyday wish, them turning into dust
Nostalgia doesn't get to sink in much
Bad  memories are the constant reminder of that fault back in March.

I'm done talking about the scoundrel
Here comes the other chapter of my life
The life I'm truly fed up with
The annoying half-baked zone

It was supposed to be joy and warmth
Instead it's all anger and sadness- I blame it on faith
It ain't in la-la land but a world of zilch
Things to destroy and make you fragile

She enjoys her fluids but over does it
Comes trembling and shouts intensely
Accusations and belittles that don't even add up
'fed up with life' it's how I really feel.

I finally breathed after reading my last line. The class was surprisingly quiet as I read my poem so I was startled by the way it erupted into loud cheers and claps. I smiled softly towards the whole class before walking back to my seat.

I glanced at Austin- I don't even know why I did- and I found him staring at me intensely. As if trying to see right through me. I quickly averted my gaze and listened to the rest of the poems before the bell rang. I packed my poetry book in the bag before walking out of class.

"Alice!"

I heard someone call my name as I walked to my gym class. I don't attend it usually but I needed to release some of the tension inside me. I didn't expect my own poem to stir up certain emotions inside me but it did. Or maybe it was just the intense way Austin was looking at me. What am I saying? Why would that bother me?

"Alice!"

I kept walking knowing it was Dylan calling me. He never has anything relevant to say plus I'm just fed up of seeing his face. Why did he even leave Jestanilao? I came here to run away from him and the pain he caused me.

I felt him grab my wrist and pull me out of the corridor.

"I'm calling you."

He said in a bossy tone. He looked angry but I was even angrier. How dare he touch me?

"And I do not want to talk to you."

I hissed freeing my hand from his grasp.

"But I'm sure you wanna go ahead and explain the rumours that are going on about you dating that asshole."

He said and I smiled.

"I'm glad you heard the news."

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Rumours."

He said apparently correcting me.

"They ain't no rumours Dylan. Austin is my boyfriend and I'd like it very much if you respect my relationship with him by staying out of my life and letting me get to class right now. It's not exactly appropriate being dragged around by some asshole who isn't my boyfriend. Excuse me."

I said before walking away from him. I just hope he stays away from me because the last thing I want is to be rumoured to be cheating on Austin with that douche bag.

I went to the girl's change room to wear my sports clothes. I walked over to my locker and entered the pin. Soap, cloth, three t-shirts, two pairs of Adidas pants and sneakers. It's been long since I attended gymnasium so I even forgot the things I had here. I quickly changed into leggings, an oversized t-shirt and sneakers.

When I walked out of the change room, I found Gail and Carol outside.

"Hey!"

I said and they turned to look at me.

"Hi."

Carol replied. I hope they don't say anything about me having to choose. Like can't we just pretend that phone call never happened?

"I'm attending gym class today. You can join me if you like."

I said with a small smile.

"Don't give us that crap Alice. I'm sure you've made your decision by now. What's it going to be? Us or your mom?"

Gail asked. Is this really it? A decision? They are honestly doing this to me?

"Is it just me or you're just looking for a way to ditch me as your friend and blame me for it. You don't have to use this whole decision thing as a charrade. If you don't want to continue being friends with me then just say it straight."

I said staring at the two of them. That has to be it. They've probably grown tired of me and-

"Just tell us already."

Gail insisted and I glanced at Carol who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

"I don't get why you insist on getting an answer you already know. You're aware of my mom's condition and I can't leave her alone even if I wanted to. You know that and that's why it's totally ridiculous that you out of all people will make me choose."

I answered totally frustrated.

"I knew you'd choose your mom. You never cared about us. I just knew it."

Carol said before running off.

"I do care but you're honestly making this harder for me than it already is. But since you said our friendship depends on my decision, then there you have it. I choose my mom. And if this is goodbye Gail, then so be it."

I said before turning to leave. I walked behind the gym for some time to calm my nerves a little bit. I was so engrossed in my own sad world I didn't even notice a tear slip from my right eye. I quickly wiped the tear away telling myself it's all going to be okay.

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