We waited outside the head of year's office. I looked at Chace. "Sorry for getting you into this." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I don't get into trouble much, couldn't hurt once or twice." I smiled, I guess us two were friends now. "Neither do I, I guess I just thought that I was twice as sneaky as the boys that-" Mr Clarkson came out of the small room at the end of the corridor, he was the head of our year and nice enough. But did not like trouble. "Beau. I want you in here first as I assume you are the ringleader in all this commotion." We went into his office and I sat down on the chair placed in front of his desk. He groaned as he slumped into his chair, he picked up a stray pen and started tapping it on the wooden surface. "So." He said, and my immediate reaction was to shrug, but I stayed still. "Was I right? Was it you?" I swallowed hard, I hated being in trouble. "I just wanted to show him round, we weren't going anywhere I swear." Mr Clarkson put the pen down and sighed, whilst leaning forward. "Write me a speech." I frowned, this made me utterly confused. "A speech? But what about, what for? I don't understand." He leant back again and handed me a blank piece of paper. "We're setting up an evening for perspective parents of next year, I want you to write a speech about the past year, at school and out of school, or a piece of writing, doesn't have to be a speech. I don't mind." I sighed and mirrored his movements "could it be like... a letter?" He nodded "well when do I have to write it by?" I said, scratching my head, thinking about this. "The evening's next Thursday, have it to me by this Friday, rehearsed and prepared. I'll check it." I nodded and walked out of the door with the blank paper. I didn't look at Chace directly but waited by him looking at him in the corner of my eye. "Chace?" He nodded "did you just move to this town?" He nodded again "where's your house?" He looked down at the floor "we bought it from a large family, the Taylor's I think. It's quite near the beach." My eyes widened, my question which was out of curiosity had just become very important. "As in Rufus Taylor!?" He nodded once more "I think so... Are you okay? You seem panicked about something...." I shook my head slowly. Then sat back down next to him. "Do you mind if I pop round for a bit after school?" He slowly made a furrow between his bushy eyebrows "Sure..."

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Angels
Teen FictionTo Angel, Where are you now? When I need you the most. I want to be with you, near you, to meet you someday. Do you know who I am? Because I don't know who you are. But I have to find you, one day... I will, our lives will cross and we will be toget...