Chapter two {charlies pov}

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I rush on the bus behind April and take my place next to my friend joey.He's my best and only friend. He's always been here when I've needed him and always supports me and I'd do anything for him. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him. I place my bag at my feet and stroke his ferret chase who's head is poking out of joeys bag. "Did you do the algebra homework?" Joey ask. "Um We had. . Algebra homework?! Did you do it?!" I reply hoping I can copy of joey, we do it a lot.

"No!! That's why I asked you!" He laughs "well at least ill have some civilised company in detention then!" He jokes. Lunch time detention are always so boring, not that we'd really have anything better to do at lunch "and I would actually have someone to sit next too!" I reply brightly. I hear the boys behind us calling out for joey and teasing him. I fling my head around and glare at them to stop. I tell joey to ignore it, that's what he always does. "I have double geography first and you have double history" joey sighs. "At least we have art after! That'll be fun!" I say brightly. Art is one of my favourite subjects. But personally I prefer days without history when I have all my classes with joey. History is my worst subject and only one without him in it. "Yeah! Hey are you going to try out for the school play? I hear their doing Romeo and Juliet!" Joey asks. I laugh " maybe! Oh joy that shall be fun!" I say sarcastically. The drama teacher is a nightmare, but my mum use to say I was born an actor but I think she was just trying to be nice, I don't think I'm any good.

As we approach the school gates it's chaos, kids everywhere. Knowing each step you take they'll be judging your every move. I keep my eyes focused on the door and block out everyone but joey, they can think whatever they like.

We walk over to the lockers and I pull out my history books and cradle them into my arms, I walk around with joey for a while searching for our classrooms. Eventually we find it. As we say goodbye and walk in the bell rings and I take a seat at the back of the classroom isolated from everyone else. I begin to fiddle with my pen and draw on my book, only to be interrupted. "Charlie?! What do you think?" The teacher says sternly. I'm frozen with fear, all eyes on me. "Sorry what?" I say. Everyone laughs. The teacher yells at them but it just makes me feel worse, I can't wait till I get out of here and have art with joey.

History is a nightmare. Kids constantly glare at me, and mumble to there friends, it's no use in hiding it its so obvious there talking about me. The rest of the lesson is pretty boring. Until I hear the boys to my left talking about josh and joey. I can't take it anymore. Josh was killed a while ago in a car accident. Me joey and josh were all really good friends. I stand up and scream "can't you just let it go!!! It happened over a year ago and your still bringing him up just to make it worse for us!" I can't stand them teasing joey but they always make it harder when they being up josh. I grab my books and storm out into the bathroom until recess. I don't think anyone really cared, I just had to get away from it all. When the bell went I saw joey waiting outside my classroom and walked up to him where we then walked to our lockers, he didn't ask any questions. The rest of the day was okay. Art was amazing as usual because everyone just kept to themself, after what I did in history I don't think anyone wanted to cause any more trouble for the day. In English and science I could see the tension between April and joey, they've never really liked each other but they put up with one another, knowing I would never be able to choose between them. Sport was pretty good too, I think our teacher was interested in having me and joey on the soccer team.

On the bus ride home, I gladly accept when joey asks if he can stay over. He practically lives at our house he is over so often I love it. Joey doesn't come from a very good family so I guess it's good for him too.

The bus stops at our street and as we walk of I can hear Kyle screaming at joey and I know he's trying his hardest to ignore and so am I, but I honestly just want to scream at him, he's so pathetic. We continue to walk along the path until we reach the front of our house.

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