Slick.

My Friends Call Me Slick- Part 1

The day it happened was the most important day of my life, and nothing will ever affect me as much. Nothing.

So I best start then. . .

I only ever considered writing things down like this because Miss Williams told me it helps you move on. Well, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Simon; my friends call me 'Slick'. Little bit of irony there, I don't have much luck with the ladies. But I've gotten ahead of myself.

Last year, when I went to Egypt with the school I witnessed something terrible. Soon after we arrived I guess about a week after, 'it' happened. Only two people from our school were there, me and a teacher.  We came back early after all that, well it made sense, it was obviously the only choice.

Back to school

The day I went back to school, I was optimistic. New start, the summers been and gone, I thought. I was in the sixth form now, everything would and different. Besides, how many people knew I was there when ‘it’ happened? I was wrong, of course. People from all years at Martin Grand High School were looking at me as if I had eight heads, somehow year sevens even knew. I was only at the gate when I felt my lungs start to grasp for air. Then my mate George turned up (his mum works in the office). I heard him shout from the staff car park, "Slick, Slick, wait up!"

 I've know George my whole life. He's like the brother I never had but always wanted. We've got into a few scrapes in the past, I don't care to mention. But he's solid you know, he'll never let you down.

We got into our first lesson, Geography. Miss Launsheere's old class. Mr Linken came in "morning class" "morning sir" we replied. "First things first we have a new girl with us, Maxi Williams"   

(I know what you're thinking what a great name ;p) the lesson went on, I couldn't take my eyes of her she was far more interesting than Global Themes or  whatever Mr Linken was babbling  on about.

She had long Brown hair, no layers just plain and simple. No make - up her uniform changed ever so slightly, almost in a boyish way, her jumper sleeves were rolled up and instead of a skirt (like all the other girls) she had blackly grey trousers on. I think that's what I liked. She didn't conform to the normal stereotype of the girls at our school, she was different.

RING, RING, RING. The bell went, I was determined not to leave without saying something to her, and after all I had just spent an hour staring at her. It would simply be impolite, I was told never to be rude. I came over to her, tapped her on the shoulder confidently. She turned around. "Yes?" she said. "Err... me Simon you Maxi, hi, drink, maybe day?" (I'm such an idiot!) She started to laugh, trying not to.  Then her friends came. I walked away head hung low, she tried to call me back but she couldn't remember my name, shows allot about both our characters, doesn't it?

Oh well at least I tried. Life goes on and so does school and lessons. Before lunch I had four more. It just gets harder and harder, thankfully I didn't have any more lessons in the afternoon so I could go home after lunch.

Thank you for reading - I love you for it. 

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