History Class

07 - a blast from the past

As I walk around the corner into school I see people running inside so I follow.

Turning the corner there are hundreds of people surrounding something. What the hell?

I push my way through the crowd to see Jake and a guy from the year below going full-on at each other.

I could even hear people chanting their names.

"Jake stop!" I scream.

I know he heard me because he looks up for a split second but goes back to his fight.

Punches are thrown and blood is spat.

I'm about to run away but a dude pushes past me and pulls them apart.

"Fucksake it's my first day and I've already got a show," He says.

Jake has blood dripping down his eyebrow and the other dude is coughing blood.

The younger kid runs away and a few people follow.

One of them was going to kill the other if they weren't pulled apart.

I look around for Jake and walk closer to where all the girls are huddling.

Would he even want me to be here though...

I decide against it and turn around to walk back but am met with something else...

Oh my god.

"Lily" that goddamn nickname... I haven't heard it in years.

My body is freezes and everything around me has gone quiet, I'm sure I look pale as a ghost right now.

"Holy shit" He whispers.

"Noah" Is all I can spit out.

Suddenly an arm pulls me and I'm knocked out of my state.

"Mils are you good? your eyes are all wide and stuff" Jake says pulling me into a classroom.

What the fuck is Noah doing here.

We hear the bell ring for history and Jake walks out pissed. I didn't mean to ignore him I swear.

I go to take my seat in history and just as Jake is going to take his seat next to me Noah beats him.

I can tell Jake is about to tell him to move but I shake my head at him with a daring look on my face.

All he does is clench his jaw and walk away.

"Ok, class we have a new student if you did not notice" Ms 24/7 Detention walks in announcing.

"Noah please say a few things"

Noah nods his head and stands up beside me.

"I'm Noah, I'm from Ohio, I play football and yeah...I don't know."

"Everyone sometime throughout the day please say Hi and let's get started with the lesson."

I can tell Noah is looking at me but I keep my eyes glued on the teacher.

As soon as class is finished I race out the door but am once again grabbed by Jake.

"What the fuck is up with you"

"I'm going home" He looks shocked as if he was waiting for a different sentence.

I start to walk away but Jake follows and walks beside me.
"What are you doing Jake?"

"Taking you home" I scoff in disbelief but I really didn't have another way home besides walking.

We both hop on his bike and he drives away from school. I don't like the fact he's skipping school for me.

I look outside my house and my dad's car is nowhere to be seen.

Jake hesitates to let me be home alone but I reassure him it will be fine.

I run to my wardrobe and search for a small brown box.

I found it...inside is a journal that my grandmother gave me.

When my mother died giving birth to my little brother who also didn't make it my dad became an alcoholic and was taken away for rehab, I was sent to stay with my grandmother.

I lived with her for many years until she also passed away and I had to go back and live with my dad when he got out of rehab.

Before my grandma died she gave me a journal to write in. She knew I had some flaws but she didn't care, she ignored my past and raised me as her own.

I never used it until she passed. I was 14 years old and wrote to her a few times when I had too much on my mind.

I think there are 8 entries in the journal and I'm finally ready to read them again.

Dear Grannie Alice,

Since I moved back with my dad we have been living in Ohio in a small house. Dad is sober now but it secretly drives him insane, sometimes he smashes things when he's tempted to drink.

It's quite scary.

I don't like my school. I have no friends.

I miss your waffles and the songs you used to sing that was on the radio, dad doesn't do that, he orders takeout every day and makes me walk to school. Even if it's raining.

People say I'm lucky that I've finally found a place to settle down in, but I don't feel that lucky.

Someone made a rumour in school about me that they saw me rummaging through trash cans for food.

Everyone believed them but that's ok, I still have Freddie my monkey plushie you gave me.

He helps me sleep.

Dad accidentally smashed my phone so all of my photos and videos of us are gone.

Every day when I'm getting ready for school I see a boy in the house next door, he looks around my age and I think I've seen him around the school before but we've never met.

Once I tripped into a puddle and everyone was laughing except him. He came and helped me up.

I've also taken a hobby of knitting because I don't really get to go shopping for new clothes.

I feel really guilty because I had to take ten dollars for school lunch but I promise I will replace it grannie, I always do.

Dad keeps talking about moving, he doesn't like Ohio anymore.

That's all for today grannie.

Love Amelia <3

Tears fall from my eyes as I close the journal. I can't read anymore, not today.

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A/N:

Any clues on who Noah is?

Millie giving mixed signals.