Museum of Memories // Larry

Marcel (The Past)

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Me and Harry knew each other long before we meet that day at the museum...

Can't say we knew about everything or that we had private long conversations or inside jokes like most old friends did, but there's a few things that we did have more than just strangers with a story. Some memories of him just never left, like most of the memories from high school in general faded, once I got to college. Harry...Me and Harry, we had history together. So when we met again it only made sense that we...well we continued right where we left...But the start wasn't all that good.

Me and Harry knew we had been the right people in the wrong time since the start...

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It's safe to say I noticed Harry was there since the very beginning.

Since I started high school and he appeared in our homeroom, books and notebooks balanced on his arms, clumsy long legs that weren't always coordinated the right way, neatly styled hair, a pair of big glasses on the bridge of his fairly little nose and his perfectly ironed uniform, the one that I myself, had shoved at the end of my backpack and now looked like a wrinkled tissue, although mom had put lots of effort to make sure was clean and ironed for my first day.

Unlike some of us, who had made friends since before the beginning of the school year or friends they knew since middle school, Harry sat alone at the first rows of most classes. It wasn't a coincidence people started picking on his behaviour since day one. He just had the looks of a teachers pet and the huge nerds without friends, or that's what most assumed about him.

That was never the case with me. I noticed him since day one...and continues to do so every single day after that.

For me it was different, I had made friends since before the start of the school year. I remember the day me and mom came to the school's secretary to pick the list for the books we had to buy before the start of the year, because there's where I had met my first high school friend. His name was Liam and I got to talk to him about our common interest on football and how we would both apply for a position on the new team. I would be a midfielder  and Liam wanted to be a  keeper. We went for smoothies that afternoon and continued to keep contact all summer after. It was a huge coincidence that we where put on the same class and later on the same team, but either way I was happy to have him with me everywhere and in some of my life's most important moments, one of which was high school; the hell we all went through at some point of our life...it was nice to have someone to suffer together with.

First year was fine for me, football team was going great, practice was going extremely well and I had made tons of friends. I didn't focus much attention to the other classes other that Literature and at one point I was risking to fail Physics but I picked myself out the situation quite well with some help from Liam. Else way translated; Liam sat me down at the kitchen table of my house, like a dad does and screamed loudly in my ear, trying to knock logic into my mostly Marvel movie and football related brain.

When the grades came up by the start of second year, it was no secret anymore that Harry had made his name as the absolute excellent student. For me it wasn't a big deal, him being a topper, but for the rest of the class it was a tragedy worse that the Hamlets'. Especially for the girls, who now started making bullshit comments that no one even asked them to make about his appearance and other insecurities the poor boy probably had. To a certain point I took them aside and spoke two good words with, but that's a story only I know about.

That's why during one of the second year classes of Literature, the class started the trend of Marcel. And as always...it was my fault. Or a part of it was.