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Chapter Two.

Louis' P.O.V

I quickly walk into the school trying not to die of coldness outside. I distantly remember what my lockers number was. 227. I searched the hallways looking for my locker, until I spot it.

I find it and memorize where it was so it won't be so hard to find later. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rings and students hurry to their next classes. I quickly scurry down the hall, and on my way, I bump into someone.

I knocked down their books. " Ah, sorry!" I say picking up their books for them. " Watch where you're going ass wipe!" The taller student yelles in my face. His hair was black and he was wearing a leather jacket and skinny jeans. " I- I said sorry." I said handing him is books. He knocked them out out of my hand and pinned me against a locker.

He got his face extremely close to mine, were I can feel his breath on my face. His fists her hooked onto the collar of my polo.            " Don't talk back to me boy!" He yelled in my face pushing me higher up against the wall.                       " I w-wont." I said , scared of what might do. " Mr. Malik, to the office now!" An overweight man said from the office door. " Punk!" The guy said in my face. He dropped me on the ground and gave me a death glare as he walked to the office.
 
As I fell my wallet fell out of my pocket . It flew open and a picture fell out along with my house keys. It was a picture of my bestfriend kissing my cheek.

We used to be friends since we were about eleven. Now I'm not sure where he is. We were such good friends.  He was the person that made me make sure I was what I am today. His name was Harry. We were pretty young ,but we were mature for our age .

I don't know why I kept holding it. But it ment something to me. They day,we left each other, I wrote him a note, I don't remember what it said exactly, but I dout he still has it. It's been eleven years. And mabey he looked different. If I saw him today, I probably wouldn't recognize him.