The slanted writing is a flashback btw just so yall don't get confused
Ashton
I'm not sure if she just forgot about me or hates me this much, but we have talk in ages. 19 days to be exact and I don't know what we are. The last time I saw her was when she left a few days ago in her black jeep, with the top down. She was with someone, but all I know is they had light hair. I don't know anyone with blonde hair other than me, which worried me. What if she had found someone else? She couldn't have in 19 days, but then again I shouldn't underestimate Brinley, she can do whatever in such a short amount of time. Brinley has probably lived out her life more than most of the seniors have in this shit city.
I refuse to admit that I miss her, but it's been far too long without her. I knew that one day we are both going to lose it, because we all know that we need each other to live. We will find each other sometime again, but for now, I am sad and lonely. Until the day that the universe decides to bring us together again, I will be here. Sitting at my beige desk, full of coffee stain rings because I never use a coaster and Brin always yells at me for never doing it, but I think it gives my desk character and spunk, plus it looks so artsy. I'll just sit here, in my pony shirt I've been wearing for days, writing in my overpriced leather cover note book with my overprices ink pen, playing Bon Iver in the background as I stare at the Polaroid hanging from my spray painted white wall that now looks like the underground tunnel under the bridge where we always used to go and smooch, not anymore I guess. For now I'll just be lonely until you change your mind.
Whether you hate me tomorrow or in 3 months when we're not talking.
I'm here.
I drifted off a bit, I was starting to get fimillar with the inside of my eyelids.
"Why are you making us do this, Brin?" Riley says.
"Because I care about your education and well being, Ri." Brinley spoke with a sarcastic tone, as usual.
Brin was a top student here at our school, so we usually do these weekly study sessions in the football field at school. So instead of going home, or doing any other extracurricular activites we come here and Reynolds will teach us about trig or physics because she has a very versitile brain. Although a majority of us can do quite well on our own, this is just an excuse for us to smoke or bump a joint off someone because we're all broke teenagers.
She took a drag before starting the 'lesson'
"Okay, so trigonometry- ahh, my favorite math subject."
"Maths is such shit." Riley's good friend Savannah shouts from the end of the circle.
This is the second study (smoke) session Savanah has came to and she's already so comfortable around us, despite that she had this weird accent from Arizona or California. It felt like she was just right fitting into this group, although everytime she talks I can just here her accent saying something like "Let's go to the beach" or "Wanna get some Chipotle?"
"Can I ask something?" Luke says.
"Anything pretty boy."
I chuckle at he remark, which made her bring a finger to her lips, but giving me a short wink.
"What's your opinions about the school system?" Luke very well knew her thoughts about the school system, he just wanted to get her rattled up. This is why I deserved her and he didn't.
"I think that the Australian goverment is well rounded when it comes to school. There is very little flaws when it comes to education in Sydney. We are all treated as equals here, and expected the same effort and motivation just as much as the next person. If you are failing then it means you're not pulling your weight. Education is the most important thing to children, and it is vital we all participate in the goverments criteria of a perfect citizen." Brinley stands up straight, and starts talking like this is a board meeting, without cracking a smile.
We were all silent and confused.
"Really?" Luke looks up at her, furrowing his brows and crinckling his nose.
"No, you wanka." She begins to laugh, her smoking habit deffecting her- used to be -very cute laugh. "School is full of shit. The things we need the most in school is the things that we aren't even taught. So, yeah, Mr. Wembley can throw as many exponent equations at us and Ms. Rose can shove as many periodic elements into our brain, but that won't help us be a better surfer, or a better person. Just because you fail your math final doesn't make you dumber than the straight A student of your class and just because you're popular at school won't make you any more successful than the kid who sits in the front of the class everyday during chem class. Your exam grade doesn't define who you are as a person. Why don't they offer classes such as ballet, detective research, marine biology, but instead they throw science and maths at us expecting that we all have the same brain functions but we don't. School is such shit, as my mate Savannah said. Your grade does not define how smart you are, it just means your school smart, but what after that? Huh? What happens after year 12? Exactly. You're not going to use y=mx+b, you won't need to know that aluminium has an atomic number of 13 because either way, I know you all will be successful and I want to see you all there, but I'm not sure if I will." Brin kept talking like she owned the school and was a public speaker for the students, she looked down and started fiddling her thumbs as she drifted on her last couple words.
I'm not sure what she means by not being there with us, but recently she's been saying how she's not going to be here for awhile, but dropping deliberate hints and subtle whispers as if no one can hear.
Luke begins to slow clap, which knocked me back out of it. "That's my girl." he cheers.
I cringed just at the thought that he could call her "my girl" because she's mine, and he doesn't deserve her.
Brin was so smart in so many ways, she just chooses to rebel against the school because they grow you to be a certain way and she didn't want to fall under that category. We all have such a high IQ, but we don't flaunt it. most of us hide it actually, because we couldn't care less and I couldn't agree more.
"What's wrong, ash?" Brinley says as she puts her arm around my shoulder, which made chills send down my spine.
"Nothing, I'm just tired."
"I'm tired too," she slides her arm from my lower back and to her lap, crossing her fingers and looking down. "so tired." she laughs, but not the good kind. The laugh that makes you worried because it looks like they're about to cry but they laugh instead then replace that smile with a sad face almost immediately.
"Brin?"
"Okay now back to trigonometry." She calls, standing back up and bringing her hands together.
I now know what she meant.

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505 days ~ irwin
Fanfictionit took me 505 days to realize what I was missing || cover by @hiharry_ Brinley: She's the type to never express her feelings that she claims not to have, She won't say "I love you" back no matter how long you wait. Her energy runs for 24 hours eac...