Prove Me Wrong

Chapter Eight

Okay first order of buisness. hAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW COVER?!?! I love it. It's perf❤️❤️thanks to concertohearts I actually love it to bits😘😘 second order of buisness is that I'm sorry it's been a while since I last updated. writers block sucks majorly. thanks guys for bearing with me. hope you enjoy the chapter😛

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He just walked away. Didn't even finish what he was saying. He had opened his mouth several times to speak like a fish out of water.

I stare after him and tilt my head to the side before shaking my head and letting out a small laugh.

"Some parol officer he is. He looks like a teenage heart throb." I mumble with a smile and walk down the hallway, heading back to my room, thinking about what had just happened in eating area.

Tension between a boy I've known for over a decade and a boy I just met who happens to be my parol officer, and now my parol officer is telling me that I've forgotten something.

Him?

My family?

My time in Australia?

My old life?

I shake my head again and trudge up the stairs, my thongs slapping against the floor boards. I shove open the door and through all the thoughts running through me head I find myself tumbling onto the floor.

I turn my body to the left so I land on my side, it knocks the breath out of me and my teeth clatter together.

I groan and push myself up, rubbing my head and my now messed up hair. I look down at my feet to see a large brown box sitting in the middle of door way.

"Whoever put that there is an idiot." I mutter and crawl over to it, reading the label.

I frown and groan.

"You have got to be kidding me. They can't be serious." I push myself up off the ground, rubbing my head once more and fixing my shirt. I make my way over to my small desk and pull out a pair of scissors from the drawer.

The initials TQ are written in permanent marker on the side and I can't help but smile at a primary school memory.

Blake and I were partners for the drama back drops, we were bored as hell and were writing our initials on everything. I giggle, remembering we had written 'TQ&BI FOREVA' on the back drops on the night of the production.

I'll never forget Miss V's face when she saw the graffiti when the curtains went up. Blake and I couldn't stop laughing for hours.

I twist the scissors around in my fingers, revealing in the memory. I can't believe they didn't clean out this room. I would've thought they'd done it as soon as I moved out.

I look down and stare at the scissors. I guess not.

I smile softly and push my hair behind my ear before walking back over to the stupid box, my smile slowly slipping off my face.

I run the tip of the scissors through the centre of the box, opening it and I let out a groan.

I stare at the contents. It's filled with school books, all ready to be used for my first day of school tomorrow.

I pull out the books, laying them in a pile and I pause when my eye catches one of the titles.

Photography.

I pick it up and examine the book for a second, surprised I'm enrolled in the subject. I flick through the pages, getting lost in words, Blake and Finn long forgotten.