Chapter 2: The Memories.

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Sup guys. Here's chapter 2 of Safe Haven. I'm shit at updating, in case you haven't noticed... I gotta work on that ';-;'


Hope this story works out! I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm arsing around :'D



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Since we had Mr.Dawson after lunch for English class, he suggested we mark our tests ourselves. Why? I didn't know, but had no reason to complain.

"Alright.." Mr.Dawson began, papers in hand as he leaned against his desk.

" I'm gonna pair you up, mark your partners exam, and when we're done, hand them to them. Okay?" he asked, and we all nodded. I was eager to know what I had got.

"Okay. Sam, I'll get you to sit with Ellie please. Tyler? You go with Jake over there... Tadgh.."

Everyone began swapping seats with each other. I glanced around, seeing how the class looked just a little different. Same faces in different places.

"And Brian? You can sit with Matt." Mr.Dawson said, nodding to the back as he handed me the papers. I grabbed a pen and walked down, kinda hoping Matt would make eye contact, even for a brief second. But he didn't, and I pulled out the seat beside him. Each desk had two seats, for a friend, and neither of us had someone to sit in ours.

"Hey, Matt." I said kindly, faintly hearing our teacher talk in the background. I hoped he would talk to me. He quickly glanced up, giving a quick smile before looking back to the teacher.

"Hrm." I thought to myself. I've never really dealt with shy people before, in all my 17 years. I guess I've never spoken to Matt Sanders before.

I remember him though, when our class joined the school roughly 5 years ago. Though we didn't know each other, we were loud, obnoxious, and cocky. Except Matt. He always sat at the back of the room when we entered a new class, and kept his head down. He had received his label within a week of joining.

He hasn't even gotten into any trouble, surprisingly. Hasn't been told to do anything but read a certain paragraph from a text book, or to send something to a teacher. The only time he speaks is when he is spoken to. Come to think of it, it hasn't been often he's been spoken to.

In a way, I guess I've always had a liking to him. It's not a serious attraction, but I guess you could call it a crush, if you wanted. But I get happy when I walk to class see him in his place, knowing he's there, or even hearing his voice. Something so rare is so precious.

"Brian? What did Matt get on question 7?" Mr.Dawson asked, taking me back to reality. The whole class was turned facing me, and I immediately guessed Matt felt awkward, so I searched for his answer.

"Uh.. He said A concentrated solution has more solvent and a dilute solution has less solvent." I replied, and he nodded.

"That's correct. Well done Matt." Mr.Dawson praised Matt, and I saw Matt smile a little. He's a rad teacher. I looked over to my sheet to get marks for Matt's test.


''Hey, could you help me with these, please?'' I asked him, and he looked over.


''Sure, um... Question 1 was t-the objective l-lense. Next is c-cartilage. 3 is the um... Is gas exchange...''


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