The Bad Boy's Melody

Chapter One: You'll never guess who was resurrected.

Chapter One: You'll never guess who was resurrected.

My brain was never switched off. It was like a computer with various tabs opened in hopes one loads and music was playing from one, but I didn't know which.

I leaned against the wall beside the entrance of the school as one of my best friends, Madison, smoked a cigarette alongside her other friends. They all acknowledged me, but none of them spoke to me which was okay. I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

I stared at the empty pages of my note book only to sigh and flick back to the last page that was half full. Ever since the summer I've lost my ability to string words together.

Both on the page and on my tongue.

"Are you writing me a love song, Jess?" Madison asked me, holding the cigarette to her lips only to drop it onto the ground as she looked towards the entrance of the school. "Holy shit!"

I looked up from my notebook to see my best friend look like she's just seen a ghost. I glanced at her friends to notice that they all had the same expression on their faces, but it wasn't as drastic as Madison's.

"Mads, you look like you've seen a ghost," I muttered, standing on the dying cigarette on the cement. I placed my hand on her arm, "hey, you okay?"

She nodded as she turned towards me and placed a smile on her lips. I knew it was fake, but she was trying to compose herself and I wasn't going to break her tough girl fact down.

Whoever she just saw, she didn't want to talk about it.

"Come on, nerd," she said, linking her arm around mine, "let's get you to class before you end up in detention with us losers."

Her friends muttered their goodbyes as we walked by them. One of them, the guy with the eyeliner, smacked her ass as she walked by him. Madison never really told me about her romantic relationships, but I guessed he was her new boyfriend judging by his wondering eyes and hands.

"So," she began as she pushed open the door to the school, "first day of senior year, can you believe it?"

It hadn't completely registered with me yet that this was my final year of high school. It felt like just last week I was carrying my huge freshman schoolbag on my back and being lost in the midst of people in this very corridor.

People smiled at us as we walked through the corridor. They mostly smiled at me out of pity and at Madison because her appearance and reputation proceed her.

We were opposites, in every way of the word, but we were best friends and everyone knew it.

"Not really," I shrugged, "have you thought any more about college?"

"You mean the reason capitalism still exists?"

I opened my mouth only to close it again. I didn't want to get in a political debate with Madison on my first day of school. "I'm going to go to my locker before class. I'll see you later?" I asked her, glancing to the group of people that were calling her name.

She stared at me for a moment before smiling softly, "Yeah. I'll talk to you later."

I slipped my earphones into my ears and pressed play on the music to drown out the voices in the corridor. I knew that everyone in school had heard about my summer. News travelled fast, but gossip travelled faster.

Busyhead by Noah Kahan started to play as I reached my locker. I sighed as I saw the colourful sticky note on my locker. It was the schools way of saying that they are supporting those with mental health problem. To show people that they are not alone, sticky notes with quotes are placed on random lockers.