It was a cold, dreary day where you could see your breath linger in the air like smoke. The crowd bustled over the bridge and through the streets towards their destination. School. Specifically: Walsam School of Arts. The weather depicted just how the school is. Depressing.
"You know. The school doesn't even have anything to do with the arts" Charlie says coldly
Charlie. My best friend. I have known him all my life, and yet it sometimes still feels like I know so little about him. He's a book of secrets and lies.
"They just have music, and apparently, that makes them automatically an art school!"
Abruptly, he grabs my arms and swings them around like a carousel.
"Do you know where Mary is? She says she's coming in." I say, looking down at my thumbs.
If you didn't know Mary is my newest friend, I have known her since the first day of year seven - she got sick from lunch and I helped her. If you wanted to, you could count all the nice things I have done, you could do with your hands. As a matter of fact, you would only need one. I'm not the nicest of people nor am I the meanest. I find emotions difficult there by I don't use them.
"She's coming in, and if she didn't, I swear to god I wi-" Charlie shouts
"Bro, we get!" I say, interrupting him. "Sometimes Char, maybe think before you say, you have all these years sevens looking at us like we're crazy!"
"But we are!"
"It's not something to be proud of, mate."
We both go silent for a minute. I like silence. It's useful. You could do a lot of things when it's quiet, alot.
We reach the end of the bridge, and as I look beyond the active crowd-I notice something. A tall girl with dark, fair skin and captivating brown eyes. Her hair drops in a way only someone could describe magestic and she walks as if a model agency is after her. Mary.
Mary Brong is one of the most popular girls who is also my friend. There have been many accasions where people have simply tried to make her end our friendship with us as they 'don't fit the standards'. Luckily, she's not a two face lying bigot and kept her friendship with us.
"You've been quiet." Charlie says, turning his body towards me. "She's not gonna leave us."
"Huh! What- Mary?" I ask, confused
He nods in a way that freaks me out
"First of all: I know she won't leave us, but if she does I will hu-"
He covers his grimy hand over my face
"Ugh, your hands are disgusting. I know she won't leave us. I'm just so amazing." I whisper
"Okay, but seriously, we need to get to school. We're going to be late!"
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School Of Secrets
Mistério / SuspenseSecrets. We all have them. But has something so bad ever happened, that turned three average people to detevctives determined to solve the mystery?
