Can't Think Of Title Yet - Pretty Emo Story 🖤

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It's been a good few weeks that I've been at school now, everything was fine. My bandages had now been reduced to just an eye patch and a lot of multilated skin. A new bench had been constructed in the car park to commemorate Lucy. I'm sure if she was here then she would be bathing in all the attention, the number of stories she could tell everyone, and emphasized in just the right places so it was still believable, in the way she had mastered over the years. Sorry I'm going off track again.

It was Thursday (almost the weekend), Spanish had just finished, and I was hovering on the edge of Lucille and Emily's conversation, they had sort of adopted me into their friend group lately out of pity.

A group of loud year 9's rushed past us (inconsiderate as the year 9's were always made out to be).

They thundered past everyone in the corridor and knocking several books out of people's hands in a group of about 10.

Lucille pulled over a straggler at the back of the group, "Where's everyone going?", she asked. The boy turned around, he scanned her up and down with a judgemental stare, his face crinkled up into a sneer.

"Why do you want to know, beanpole" another kid, who was either trying to be emo with dark eyeshadow, or had a black eye, behind him sniggered, the first boy looked incredibly pleased with himself. Lucille simply rolled her eyes, she was used to this, and simply stood there with her arms crossed in a persistent manner. The awkward silence stretched until the boy eventually spoke;

"There's a fight, haven't you heard?", the wanna be emo kid said, as his friend stood there awkwardly like a guilty child.

"Thank you", Lucille said, she reminded me so much of my mum as she stood there looking down on the boys. They both ran off to join the rest of the group that was hovering just round the corner sliding a disgruntled glance at our group.

In the silence that dangled in the air after they left you could just hear the distant chants of "fight, fight, fight!"  down the corridor.

"So you guys wanna see what's going on? Or what we just gonna stand here like ninnies", Emily asked.

I struggled to keep the books I was packing into my bag together as I jogged behind the group into the brightly lit geography corridor. It was almost completely blocked by the mass of students straining their necks to see a bit of the action.

Mrs Wilson jogged past us tottering on her heels clutching her clipboard, quickly followed by the burly PE teacher Mr Turpin who all the school mums and year 9's simped for, for some unknown reason. They quickly pushed through the crowd to contain the fight. Emily sighed; she'd just have to work out the gossip through detective work now. We followed the teachers through the path that they cleared through the sea of students.

Cassidy was laying on the floor her jet-black hair was stuck to the bloodied patch on her left cheek. I hadn't seen her since the fire and God I was glad to see that she was ok. Lucy's boyfriend, Jason, was being dragged out of the way by Mr Turpin, Mrs Wilson was taking notes, probably for the usual enquires that the school does when stuff like this happens.

Jason turned around, tears of fury were trickling down his face, "Stupid, selfish fucker", I heard him mutter as he let put an audible sob.

Cassidy looked up at me and gulped.

A/n Thanks so much for reading the book so far! <3

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