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22. "How fucking dare you!"

22. "How fucking dare you!"

It was Monday again; and we honestly didn't have that long left at school, before we left for good; which was quite strange really. For five years you complete the same daily routine of going to high school and seeing the same faces and then suddenly you get told to move on; starting a new section of your life at college where everything would be so different.

Personally at first I was glad to be leaving school; people had made my last few years of high school a living hell. But after I'd heard about the cancer; I doubted that opinion, I thought I should probably enjoy these last few weeks. To stop caring what others think of me and although that's not easy (trust me), I haven't had that bad of a time at school these last few months, they've been fairly enjoyable. Maybe that was because the teachers had stopped caring as much, as we were leaving or maybe it was because people had lay off and gave up annoying and "picking" on me; but I was happy.

Shame it didn't last long.

It's lunchtime; and because it's raining slightly outside today, I decide to sit inside. I find a table where I knew no one really sat.

Little did I know that some of Cam's friends were sitting behind me; I look around for somewhere else to sit but couldn't find anywhere; so instead I stayed put; besides it wasn't their lunch hall; freedom of speech and all that.

I look around slightly to see if Connor was sitting at their table; but apparently not. I had definitely seen him today; perhaps he was still in class.

I take out my diary and started drawing; I don't know what I was drawing, just doodles I suppose. I had nothing better to do; usually I'd do my homework, but I didn't have any, listen to music, but I forgot my headphones, buy lunch, but I wasn't that hungry, plus our school canteen food is not the nicest.

After a few minutes I feel flicking at my back. I sigh deeply, before ignoring them; knowing exactly who it was. But as usual; they didn't know when to stop.

"Don't ignore us Emily," one of them shouts. For sixteen year olds, they really were very immature; sometimes I wonder whether their parents ever taught them manners and etiquette.

I groan quietly as my head starts hurting; I close my eyes for a split second before I feel someone standing awfully close to me.

"Please, go away," I say quietly to Cam, trying not to make a scene.

"Oh, it speaks," he comments using emphasis on the word "it", to his jeering friends. I feel my cheeks warm up.

"I'm not in the mood; please piss off," I say, getting slightly angry, but trying to keep my cool.

Instead of going away; him and his annoying friends come and locate themselves at the table I was sitting at alone.

I internally groan; checking the time on my phone; we still had 20 minutes of lunch left.

There's also a new rule in our school; when on lunch we can't go to certain places; for example the library, corridors, the back and front gates (pretty much anywhere); apparently we disrupt other classes. So like today (when it's raining), the hall is pretty much the only place people can go. Hence why it is fairly packed.

"Getting annoyed are we, pretty girl," one of the boys says, whose name is Darren I think. I just roll my eyes at him.

"If I throw a stick will you leave?" I mutter sarcastically.

I don't think any of them heard me apart from Cameron who was sitting right next to me.

"Sorry, what did you say," he says, obviously thinking I wouldn't say it again.