WORDS LEFT UNSAID (dnf)

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21.09.1999

"OK DAD, I'LL SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL," george shouted as he left the house with his guitar case tucked under his arm.

chilling wind pushed him forwards and towards the bus stop which was where he caught the school bus everyday. the brunettes family were surprisingly wealthy, although they were, it was hardly noticeable seeing as nowone really went around his house. plus he kept most of his family life to himself.

he didn't really see his mom much, she was usually away modelling for various companies, whereas his dad was always home, but still busy with work.

george was pulled from his thoughts by the bus driver who was now staring at him inquiring, "are you getting on?".

"oh uh yeah sorry," the small boy sighed, boarding the bus.

once on it, he began walking down the small isle that led to his seat at the back. at the front were the jocks, they all looked completely the same, tall, muscular and very discourteous. behind them were the popular girls, who also looked completely the same, short, pretty and again very discourteous.

those first two rows didn't really associate with george seeing as they were complete opposites. the brunette didn't seem to mind it though, he really wasn't keen on them either.

second to the back were the stereotypical nerds, they were fairly pleasant to be around but then again they could get rather boring at times.

and finally the back row, georges group of friends, probably the most sane people on that bus. the brunette boy had previously moved from england to florida around a year ago and he had almost instantly fit into the group he was in now.

a few months prior to the present, george and his friends had made a band, they were working on some songs but were yet to come up with a name for themselves.

"GEORGE!" nick, shouted as he welcomed george jokingly with open arms.

"NICK!"the teen laughed whilst taking a seat next to him and two of his other friends.

"CAN YOU FUCKING SHUT UP," one of the jocks at the front of the bus screamed, which caused the whole bus to erupt into laughter. the jock more specifically known as Clay, was possibly the most popular person in the school. he was just an ass hole over all.

"LANGUAGE," the bus driver shouted, he had a reputation for forcing kids to leave the bus if they swore, so everyone instantly shut up.

"how was your weekend?" georges other friend harvey inquired.

"it was alright," the boy the question had been directed at smiled.

georges fourth friend, adrian, who was sat the furthest away from him currently, didn't really talk much, he would occasionally but it would only be one word answers.

finally, the vehicles engine stopped and it became obvious to everyone they had arrived at their school. soon, floods of teenagers began scrambling to get off of the bus.

as expected, george and his friends were last to get off, when they reached the front, they realised a specific jock who had been rude to them earlier was at the front being shouted at by the driver.

the only words they heard whilst walking past were, "i'm done with you swearing on my bus," and " i'm telling the principal,".

these words caused george and nick to burst out laughing which only resulted in them getting shoved down the steps of the bus by clay.

"idiot," the british teen sighed under his breath whilst brushing himself off with his hands.

"watch your fucking mouth," clay spat, following the pair onto the sidewalk.

"how about no?" george added, glaring at the boy.

"how about you go suck off your boyfriend," the blonde retorted.

"fuck off clay," the teen retaliated whilst turning around to follow his friends towards the school.

"how many times do i have to say it, watch what your saying," clay whispered as he leant down to georges level, making it so only he could hear.

the older boy groaned in acceptance, knowing if he said anything else that it would just make the already escalating situation worse.

before the conversation could continue, the brunette rushed off back towards his own group of friends.

"i hate clay," george sighed as he reached them, slightly out of breath.

"doesn't everyone?," harvey laughed, looking down at the boy.

"how come the principal hasn't just got rid of him yet," The brunette complained.

"hopefully he will soon," harvey exclaimed, as they entered the doors to the school.

teenagers flooded the halls, some throwing paper balls at anyone who passed, others making out against lockers, which appalled everyone.

georges friend group had near enough the same time table, so they went to their lockers, got their books and george put his guitar into the music room. then they began making their way to their first class, which was computing.

when they arrived, they were near enough the first ones there, so they just took their seats and logged onto the computers.

"want to practice at lunch?"nick questioned, hopeful his friends would agree with his suggestion.

everyone did agreed and adrian merely nodded. soon after they had done so, the teacher and the rest of the students came into the room.
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