The Freak with the Notebook

Discovering Her Past.

-Harry's POV-        

        I don't know who that kid thinks he is. I stood up, "What the hell was that?"

        "Awe... Curly is standing up for her!" he cooed.

        "Lay off, Mate!" I exclaimed, walking out of the room into the hallway. "Katt! Wait!" She didn't slow down.

        "What?"

        "Where are you going?!" I asked, picking up the pace so I was walking next to her.

        "Home."

        "Let me come with you!"

        "No."

        "Yes.

        "No!"

        "Yes!"

        "Fine," she sighed. "Come on." We walked out of the building and she started walking towards the sidewalk.

        "Where are you going?" I asked, pulling my car keys from my pocket.

        She looked back, "You can drive?"

        "Perks of being a junior," I smiled. Then, I saw her smile for the first time. I felt warmth rush through my body. Her smile was beautiful. She walked over to me and I led her to the space where my car was parked.

        I opened the door for her, and she climbed in the passenger seat. I ran around the front of the car and hopped in the driver's seat, sticking the key in the ignition and starting the car. I backed out, and drove out of the parking lot.

        "Wait," I said as we stopped at a light, "So, what grade are you in again?"

        "Ninth. Take a left here," she gestured.

        "And you're in eleventh grade classes?"

        "Yeah."

        I made a left and we started driving down a road, that had a dark, depressing feel to it. "Why don't they just bump you up to the next grade level?"

        "I don't want that. Besides, I only have two eleventh grade classes."

        "And those are?"

        "Take a right. Uhmm. 1st period Algebra 3 and 5th period Biology."

        I nodded as I took a right onto a old, abandoned street. It looked as if nobody had been there for years. I paid no attention, seeing as it was probably a shortcut. "I have the same classes!"

        She looked out of my window. "Cool. There it is," She said, pointing to an old two story house, that looked like it was about to crumble. I pulled into the grass covered gravel driveway. She jumped out and ran up to the front door. She waved me out of my car, so I slowly made my way up to the porch.

        "This is where you live?" I asked, confused.

        "Mhm," She nodded, "Come on in."

        She opened the door, and surprisingly, the interior wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. She had two leather sofas, a huge recliner, and a 30 inch flat screen TV. "It isn't much, but it's what we have," she said.

        "Where are your parents?" I asked.

        She looked down, and mumbled softly. "My parents are dead. They died when I was little in a fire."

        "Oh..." I said, "Well, who do you live with?"

        She looked up. "My 19 year old sister."

        What has this girl been through?