Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting

Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting: Part 5

When I arrived in Manchester, the new house was beautiful. It has 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a chill out zone. It was amazing. The thing I missed the most was the balcony at my old house. The first two days we were there, we unpacked and spoke to our new neighbors. I went to look around the city centre, it's not as good as London but it does have a massive shopping centre and an eye of it's own. The thing I was most nervous about was starting school, I was shy and sometimes struggled to make new friends. The morning of my first day came; I wanted to make a good impression. I woke up extra early to wash my hair, straighten it and make it look decent. I put a small bit of make up on and changed into the burgundy uniform. I was extremely nervous. I didn't know what it was going to be like or what to expect. I plodded downstairs and sat at the table.

"I'm so nervous mum" I said.

"I know baby, but once this first day is over, you'll be fine"

I sighed and ate my breakfast. We  then got into the car and headed for St Martins. On the drive to the school I saw hundreds of young children walking up the streets in their uniforms. I didn't know a single face. I felt alone. 

My mum parked the car and we both walked up the winding pathway to the school. My mum tried to hold my hand but I shrugged her off. The last thing I needed was for my mum to embarrass me on my first day. We walked into the reception where an old lady sat behind a desk with a computer infront of her.

"Hello and how can I help you today?"

"I'm a new student"

"Ah you must be Megan"

She stood up and put her hand out. I shook it.

"I'll call the head over for you now, please take a seat"

She looked extremely excited, it was like she had never seen a human before. Then a tall, dark figure walked into the room.  

"Hello Megan, I'm Mr Mc Donald"

"oooh do you own a farm?" My mum asked.

I glared at her and she got the message.

As we walked, the head teacher explained some details about the school. He informed me of my classrooms and about the school policies. Whilst I was walking, the student's eyes followed me everywhere and I could hear them whispering. I didn't like this, not one bit.

I arrived in my form room where my form teacher, Mrs Ashton, showed me too my seat. It turns out that she was the drama teacher I would be having this year. Everyone was talking to their friends apart from a young boy in the corner who sat with his guitar.  

"Hey!" said a voice.

I looked up to see a girl looking over me. Her long blonde hair was neatly plaitted to the side and she had lovely blue eyes. 

"Hi" I replied.

"You're the new girl Megan aren't you?"

"Yeah, and you are?"

"Annie, Annie Culliford"

"Pleased to meet you"

"Come sit over here with us"

I picked up my school bag and walked away with Annie. I turned to look at the boy with the guitar, his brown hair perfectly in place. There was something that intrigued me about him. He looked up and caught me staring. I smiled. He gave me a slight smile and then looked back down at his guitar. I felt very involved with Annie and her friends, she asked me questions and I found out about her. It turns out that most of her friends were in my classes so I wouldn't be on my own. Every now and then I would turn to look at the boy with his guitar, I wanted to know more about him, I didn't like him being on his own. The only person who would know about him was Annie so I decided to ask. 

"Who's he?"

"The guy with the guitar?"

"Yeah"

"That's George Shelley, he doesn't speak to anyone, he just sits with his guitar"

"oh...."

I could tell that he was a quiet person. My first day didn't go as bad as I expected. I made some friends and found someone extremely curious. I walked out of school to see my mum stood outside.

"How's your day been?" She asked

"Really Good"

Smiling, we got into the car and headed home. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

The next few weeks were brilliant. I spent most weekends with Annie and her friends. I felt like really belonged. Everyday, George sat at the back on his own with his guitar. I'd never spoken to him apart from that one day. I was walking down the corridor and the school bully, Mitch, knocked my folders out of my hands. They fell to the floor, as I knelt down to pick them up a figure knelt down with me. I looked up to see George gathering my folders and papers, his guitar strapped to his back. We both got up together and he handed my my work.

"Thankyou" I said.

He smiled and walked away. I wondered where he was going. The only way to find out was to follow him so that's what I did.  I followed him down every corridor until I lost him in a crowd. I searched everywhere but couldn't find him. I then heard the sound of a guitar. It was coming from the opposite direction. I turned around and followed the music into the arts theatre. I peaked my head around the door to see George sat playing his guitar. He was incredible. Then he started to sing, his voice was like an angels. When he had finished I walked in clapping my hands.

"That was amazing" I said.

"Thankyou..." He replied quietly.

I the began to talk to him about things and we talked for ages. He seemed to be comfortable with me and not intimidated.

From that day on, the friendship between George and I grew.  Instead of sitting with Annie, I sat with George at the back. We hung out on weekends and we enjoyed each others company. He asked about my J necklace and I told him all about JJ. I could go to him with any of my problems and he could come to me. Maybe the friendship JJ and I had was coming back with George and I.