As I start to come out of my sleep I'm suddenly disappointed realising it's Monday and the weather resembles my mode to this sudden realisation. As I look outside all I see is grey, grey clouds in a black and white world. I quickly rip the note up on my desk. The note my parents were suppose to find and slowly spill tears as they read every word and realise where I was, but by the time they would of found me i would of been long gone. Floating down the river with the fishes going to a new place.
When I get to school I put on my face and say I'm okay, these two actions I'm use to. Its weird I'm captain of The North Olmsted Cheerleaders, I'm a high achiever at school and I'm popular, yet getting out of bed is a struggle everyday.
"Sit down and be quiet" Miss Fletcher says as I walk into the classroom,
"Hey Scar" My best friend Ashton whispers to me as I take my seat,
"Hey Ash" I whisper back trying not to get into trouble.
Class goes on normally a few math equations the nerds putting their hands up and answering the questions with confidence in their voices. The populars and the jocks in the middle aimlessly scribbling patterns in their book and the bad boys and rebels at the back giving slack to the nerds.
As I walk into the busy canteen I see the groups forming and my group on a tale in the middle of the room, but as I look over their my mood goes from alright to shit in seconds. Michael Clifford the schools mascot for bad boys. He's handsome i'll give him that but he's also a big pain in the arse, he's cocky and arrogant. He wore only black and more tattoos that brain cells which I admit isn't hard to do. He had two full sleeves and some on his back, he had shoulder length black hair which was in a bun on a daily basis.
"How are you today sweetheart" he's says smoothly to me in a voice that sounds familiar to me,
"I was great until I saw your face, dick" I sharply say to him, hopefully getting my point across that I'm not in the mood for his shit and I'm not like the girls here, he's going to have to do a lot then call me sweetheart to make me swoon for him.
"Now that's not nice honey" He says as his little fan group of girls start coming over,
"Why don't you go and try and flirt with your normal type of girls"
"And what would that be babe?" he say as a cocky smile slides onto his face,
"Easy" I say and with that he is dragged away by one of the girls who obversely took offence to my comment.
He's the type of person that you don't have a reason to hate you just do. I don't get and will never get what the girls see in him, is that what girls really care about, looks?
As I start walking home I feel a light touch that gives me the shivers like a lightning strike crawling under my skin begging to escape but as I turn around that feeling leaves and an anger feels its place as I realise its him. I put my music in my ears straight away and ignore him, but as I turn to look if he's following me I get a flash of his blue eyes, eyes that look so familiar, eyes that I never realised were so blue until now.
"How was your day sweety?" my Mum asks as I walk through the door,
"Good" I yell as I ran to my room,
When I get there I quickly shut my door. My rooms not huge but its not small either, it has a desk decorated in fairy lights and one of my walls is painted with strips and inspirational words on them. As I put my headphones in and try and do my homework I get distracted by the blue eyes that haunted my dreams last night. There was something about him other them his dreamy eyes and voice, he felt so familiar. I felt like you could talk to him, not the same conversations Ash I have, but the ones that you talk about the feelings you have, the ones that you didn't even know you had. It was comforting knowing that this stranger knew how I was feeling and when he said he knew how I felt he really did. He had the same dark thoughts late at night when you are by yourself, the thoughts that don't go away no matter what pills the doctor prescribe for you. Sometimes I wish I could skip high school and get straight into life. People say don't wish your life away but high school is like a reality tv show its the same everyday, dramas, hookups and parties. Its full of fake people who would push you under the bus in a second, but i keep my nose out of drama and and be nice because I know I only have one more year and thats when my life will officially begin. As I come out of my thoughts I can hardly keep my eyes open so I slowly doze off to sleep thinking about life after high school finishes. I fall asleep feeling happy which feels nice knowing it will be a one off.
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We All Have Secrets - (Michael Clifford Fanfic)
Fanfiction"Tonights the night I disappear..." "Tonights the night I disappear..." One girl, One boy and an event that leads them together. Scarlet's a 17 year old girl who is popular and does well at school but has a secret no one understands... Michael's a...
