Charlie's pov:
Tuesday
Writing this from the car. Mums driving us to some city in a whole different part of the Uk i've never been to. I think it's cruel, taking me to a new school in the middle of a year too. I guess mums had just as hard of a time as me, but she sometimes just forgets about me for Lola.
When I was around 7 or 8, me and mum came home to my dad with another woman. We both kept quiet, until the same thing happened again when I was 13. Since then, we've been moving from town to town, city to city looking for a new permanent place to stay. Every time it's 'I promise we won't move again! This ones the one,' until she gets her work rejected. Shit. I feel carsick now. Sorry for short entry.
Thursday
We moved into the new flat. I actually get my own room this time, as mum and Lola are sharing. I unpacked yesterday, which didn't take long considering I only have a few textbooks, 3 of the same shirts with my name on and my laptop. The flat actually looks quite nice, if I'm honest.
I go to school next Monday. I'm not really expecting to make any friends, considering I joined next to the end of the year. I'm currently meant to be going round the shops to get milk and pasta, but dealing with talking to the cashier is.. no. Mum says I have 'social anxiety' but I just hate talking to people I don't know. Ew, just realised how gross my hair looks. And feels. I need a shower but ours doesn't work yet. Oh, mums shouting at me for not getting the food. Gotta go.
Sunday
Yesterday was... nostalgic. I was packing stuff under my bed, and found my old scrapbook my old friends mum made for us. Flipping through the pages, there were so many photos of us in paddling pools, eating ice-cream, buying videogames. Yeah. It was years ago obviously, when I was only 11 or 12 but life looked so much better back then. I had a best friend, could understand what was being taught to me and was a 'gifted' kid. Nowadays I sit closer to the back with headphones in and copy off the person sat next to me.
Oh yeah.. I have school tomorrow. Need to get ready. Bye.
Monday
SHIT. Today was NOT what I expected it to be. shit shit shit. The day started off normal, I got ready for school, put my uniform on, put my hoodie on instead of the blazer, got a quid from mums purse and left for school. Normal day ahead. Right?
I got to school and followed everyone else, went to the toilets and asked someone in their which class 12AWI was in, went there to fill in some forms and it was all good. I got told off by a teacher for wearing converse instead of school shoes but I didn't mind.
It was all going fine, until geography. I needed a pencil sharpener to finish my diagram, so I asked the kid in front of me. From the back, I had no idea who he was. When he turned around.. Shit. Skipped a heart beat for a second, and not in a good way. It was him. Out of anyone, any school, any class, any seat, it had to be him.
Marv.
Wednesday
After rereading my last entry, I don't know why it seemed to dramatic but yeah. That was probably confusing without context.
When me and Marv were in primary school up to year 8, we had always been best friends. Our younger sisters were best friends as well, it seemed like the perfect duos. We did everything together.
Marv always dragged me with him to get videogames and movies from the shops round the corners, and I always made him go to the park with me, and take our sisters. It was like the best friends you see in movies. Or so I thought.
In year 7, we were young, but Marv started getting all touchy. (Not in that way you perv we were 11) He'd start hanging on to me, having sleepovers in the same bed all the time, always leaning on me on the bus to school. This continued to mid year 8. I don't know what he was thinking. Of course I was gonna start liking him, as he was one of my only friends and hung onto me 24/7. What did he expect? And for some fucking reason, one time when we were at the park on the swings, I decided to tell him. I don't even remember what I said, but his response will forever stay in my mind. "Are you.. gay? I'm.. I'm not like one of you."
He moved away after that with his family. I never saw him again. Until now.
Friday
In the most non-creepy way, I've learnt a lot about Marv by watching him in classes. 1.) He's very popular. In this week alone he's been asked out twice, and said no both times. 2.) He looks like the stereotypical tiktok eboy. The side part, the fluffy hair, the breaking the dress code to put black nail polish and black cross earrings. 3.) He doesn't sit with anyone at lunch. I still don't understand why, as he's definitely popular. 4.) He hasn't recognized me. In a way, it's kind of a relief to be honest, but also makes me sad. I haven't really changed, just gotten a LOT taller and lankier. How could he not recognize me? Anyways, he's changed a lot. He's definitely gotten a LOT better looking. Not in a gay way though. He just has nice hair. And nice hands.
Not in a gay way tho.
