Violence (Sequel to Have Faith In Me)

2: I dwell on the past just like everyone else

I sat scrolling through my feed whilst sipping my morning tea. There was a relaxing breeze coming through the backdoor. I had a clear view of Rogue lying in the cool morning grass, I smiled in content.

I saw my boys appear on my feed and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I liked all of the band accounts photos from their latest show on their Instagram. They looked like they were having a great time.

I knew they’d be going to sleep soon, so I sent them a message on the group chat.

‘The tours looking great guys, I’m heading to school soon, love you!’

I closed all my apps and locked my phone. I swung my legs and leapt off my stool.

I tidied up my mug and cleaned up the kitchen.

I had been doing good about keeping everything clean and tidy. In fact, the place was much neater when it was just me home.

I’ll admit that the first time they left me home alone for a tour, I was awful and they came back to a bombsite. But this is the third time they’ve left me for a tour, and I’m used to being efficient; not sloppy.

I changed into high waisted black skinny jeans, with a white and blue finely striped shirt. I put on some black ankle boots and slid some black bangles onto my wrist. My favourite thing about sixth form so far was that we could wear anything we wanted, so long as it was smart. That meant no uniform. Which I loved.

I pulled my hair back into a casual ponytail and put on some natural makeup. I gathered my things and put them into my bag.

I didn’t have any folders yet, I was going to check to see exactly what I needed before I bought anything.

I walked out of the house and locked the door behind me. I walked towards Rose’s house, and she came outside and met me.

‘Ready?’ She asked with a smile.

I nodded.

We carried on walking up to the school.

Things had suddenly all gotten better, because everyone’s suddenly become more mature, or they’ve moved on.

See, with moving up into the sixth form block at the school, there’s an influx of new external students, and most of the students that went through the secondary school years here, went to college instead.

So when we walked into the Lecture Theatre and I tripped on the step, an unfamiliar helping hand caught my bicep.

I was pulled up and I glanced up to the tanned, chestnut eyed, larger teenager on the step above me. We bumped foreheads and I blushed and he laughed nervously.

‘Hey, um thanks.’ I stuttered, looking away.

He chuckled. ‘Anytime love.’

And before I could take one more look at him, Rose pulled me to the side and sat me down in a nearby seat.

‘Finished flirting yet?’ She teased.

I laughed and took a nervous look around. There were hundreds of unfamiliar faces, with a couple of familiar ones sprinkled here and there.

We watched as the rest of the theatre was filled up, and the head of Year 12 stood up to address the audience.

‘Welcome, to your first official day of Sixth Form. Today you will commence your lessons, even though they are just introductory and you’ll be handing in your summer prep, you must take these first few days very seriously and hit the ground running.’