Free Radical

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Songs Of Inspiration:

- Runaway: Ed Sheeran

- Chocolate - The 1975

*Tori*

I pulled up to Mount-hill Senior in my 1967 Chevy Impala, I put the car in park and sat for a moment bracing and preparing myself for the day ahead of me. School isn't easy, hasn't been easy for a few months now...

I must've looked like a freak, just sitting alone in my car with my head resting against the wheel. I sighed and lightly hit my head against the wheel. I was overwhelmed, so many emotions were flooding through my heart and too many thoughts were rushing through my head.

I was pulled out of my thinking when someone hit on my window rather hard. I jumped, my heart rate and breathing sped up to supernatural speeds. Shakily I turn my head to the left to see who was in charge of nearly killing me. With their face smushed up against the window was my best friend, Bridey Holiday. I gave the best smile I could possibly muster, her big grin never dropping. I gave her a small wave and mouthed 'Hi'.

I grabbed the handle and opened the door, Bridey moving out of the way so she didn't get hit.

"Goodmorning Tori my love, what a swell day we have ahead of us" Bridey said using a horrible British accent. I giggled at her attempt.

"Morning Bri" I replied giving her a hug. She tightened her hug a little. She knew.

I closed my eyes tightly, and let out a deep breath. Slightly shaking off the dismal feeling that was lingering in the atmosphere, and broke the silence.

"Let's go or else we're going to be late to class" I said linking arms with her and walking towards the front entrance of the school.

As we reached my locker we parted ways so Bridey could go to hers. I put in my combination and checked my timetable. Biology. Great.

I groaned in annoyance, grabbed my books and slammed my locker shut. I kept my head down in these halls, everyone would look. I hugged my books harder and sped up my pace, which went from a slow walk to a slow jog.

I was almost sprinting when the bell rang. But despite all my efforts of slipping into the classroom unnoticed, I ended up being late so I was stared at. Not once did I dare make eye contact with anyone. I placed my books on the only available table, front row, right in the middle. I opened my book and wrote down the little bit of information on the board, the classroom silent. They knew.

As much as I tried to avoid it, I turned around and looked to where HE sat. And there he was... Already looking at me. He gave me a look of sympathy and I gave him a look of blame.

I would blame him for everything that has happened, but in the end it was my fault as well.

I should have never turned around and smiled at him...

Maybe everything would be normal right now if I hadn't.

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So this is just before it's about to go into a major flashback.

It's short, I know.

But coming chapter will be much longer!

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