My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 10.

Me and Harry have been having secret meetings after school or during lunch when he doesn't have his meetings and I can honestly say it has been Heaven ; besides the kissing and sneaking around I have been learning more things about Harry. Like how his father died when he was only six years old or how him and his older sister do not speak to each other, it has been five years since they spoke.

I did not want to intrude and ask why they do not speak because Harry has just started opening up to me and I don't want him pushing me away ; so I just held him and listened.

Then Harry told me when he was sixteen he wanted to become a writer but his mother insisted that he become a Principal ; Harry said he worked extra hard to get where he is now. Then he said that he wants to become a Professor in college and teach literature, which I thought was a great idea for him. Harry went on about how much he loved the English language and how much he loved classical novels and such, and Harry told me that he loves The Beatles ; suggesting I listen to 'Let it be.' By The Beatles and 'Yesterday' by The Beatles.

Harry asked me about my childhood and I told him a few things, things and feelings and things I told him already.

I told him the story when I wanted to learn how to ride a bike and my mother was asleep, exhausted from working for twelve hours ; I had no father and I was quite determined to learn so I stole one of the neighbours bikes (they had like so many bikes and they were filthy rich, and my mother could not afford one.) and I rode down the block, I screamed on the top of my lungs ; I felt so free. It was so much fun, the way the fresh air filled my lungs as I pedaled along the path and as I pedaled faster, I got too carried away and ran into the neighbours tree.

I had a bloody knee, bruised arm, and a cut lip but I honestly did not care ; the woman who owned the bike just ended up lending the bike to me. She called me a 'Dare Devil' because of how 'brave' I was, I was not 'brave' I was just lonely and wanted to learn, I guess you can say running away and feeling free was my 'oasis'. My mother almost passed out from the blood, but it was fine.

Then I told Harry how I met my best friend Patrick, basically my mother Helen is friends with his mother Lillian and I guess my mother decided I needed some friends in my really depressing life so she set up a play date for the both of us at the age of eleven at Lillian's house.

So my awkward eleven year old self walked into Lillian's house, begging to leave ; but my mother was not having it. I walked down stairs and saw posters of Spongebob SquarePants on the wall, he had a TV with a Nintendo 64. I see he had a single bed with teddy bears scattered all across the bed, then I see Patrick sitting on a red bean bag chair watching Dora The Explorer with a bag of fishy crackers in his hand and I cringed. I walked up to Patrick..

"Um.. Hey." My voice is so high, my god why do I have to be so awkward?

The boy with messy brown hair turned around, a big smile plastered on his face, putting the fishy crackers on the coffee table, running up to me.

"Hi! Oh my gosh, a friend!" He squeals, opening his arms.. Oh god no. He pulls me into his embrace, hugging me tightly, I decide to hug back ; patting his back awkwardly.

"I'm Patrick." Patrick grins, pulling away.

"I'm Raine." I mumble, looking down at my feet, of course my mother had to put my brown hair in pigtails.

"Let's play at the kitchen!" I arch an eyebrow, then I realize he's referring to the play kitchen with a fake oven and fake cups and bowls, etc.

I nod slowly then he leads me to the 'kitchen' I grab some of the Play-Doh, after making a ball and a snake with the Play -doh I become bored, I see Patrick making a cake with the pink Play- doh. An idea comes too mind.. I quickly run upstairs, hearing chatter and laughter ; I grab a butter knife, Lillian and my mother don't even notice.