🌹Vivian's pov 🌹

I woke up with a massive headache and started to blink rapidly trying to get my eyes to focus. I moaned while trying to sit up from where I was laying.
Once my ocean blue eyes adjusted I could see where I was, laying down on my simple white wooden bed. I tried to get up but, this burning and sharp pain hit my stomach. I slowly pulled my long sleeve shirt till my stomach came to view. It was purple and looked really bad I slowly lifted my fingers to touch my stomach I moaned in pain while my finger came in contacted with my stomuach a tear falled from my eyes onto my cheek.
I had successfully got out of bed besides all the pain and effort it had took me.
I slowly walked toward my bathroom mirror finding out their was a hand written  noted tapes to the center. My eyes started to   carefully read it, it said:

I went to work.
I left some pain killers near the sink. Your father has left to go to his friends. I will be back late. don't be late for school.
lots of love,
mother♡

"why didn't she take me to the hospital?" I whispered to myself.
I checked the time reading 9:00 I was late for school. Shit. I got ready and went to school with thoughts and questions that will be left unanswered and never be heard.
I arrives at school going to my class. I walked slowly trying not to cakes more pain  on my stomach. I inhaled and exhaled many times. I looked like a mess with red and puffy eyes. I pulled my hoodie over my head to cover myself completely from anyone getting suspicious. I reached my second class because I didn't make it on time to my first class. I slowly turned the knob and entered the room. once people saw someone coming in it went silent. Dead silent.
"Your late, Miss Jones" My English teacher Mr.Garcia said.
"I'm sorry." I said in a soft voice and I could only hear a hint of pain in my voice. With a frustration sign Mr.Garcia continued talking.
"Well since your late and both you and Mr.Miller didn't both show up yesterday  you get to be partnered up with Mr. Miller for the project" he said. COULD my day get any fucking worse I thought while walking next to Xaiver. Wait i missed school yestrday?! How long did I sleep for?! I was trying so hard not to cry over the pain. It was so hard because the pain was getting worse.
"Alright class you have excacly one week to finish the project and it will be about writing or making a documentary of something or some ones story. Any question?" Mr.Garcia told the class and continued "Good. You have the rest of the class to start the project."
While some students started to talk about the project or about something else I was quiet and so was my partner.
"What do you wanna make are project to be about?" I asked braking the silence between us. I waited for him to responded. waited and waited I only got silence as an answer so I counties to make a conversation because I couldn't fail this project.
"maybe, we should...um... make a documentary about something we both would be interested in."
"I could do all of the project and just give you credit for it too. like i do something for you and you do something for me. that way you dont have to waste your time on me." I added quickly
"And that is?" Xavier asked with a blank look
"what?" I asked
"if you do this project by yourselve and give me the credit too. What would you want in return?" he asked suspiciously
"Simply would want you to tell people to leave me alone in return." I stated with a bit of confidence.
"No" he replied. What?! Are you kidding me it's so fucking simple!
"so you want to do the project?" I mumbled
"yes" he smirked
"okay...then where do you wanna work on it?"
"My houses after school and don't expect a ride from me. I'll see you there and don't be late." Xavier warned. He wrote his address on a piece of paper and shoved it to me.
"Okay. Thank yo-" I couldn't finish because the bell rang and everyone left in a rush including Xavier so much for being nice. This is going to be a long ass day.