I wake up and do my daily routine. Then eat a piece of toast, I grab my bag and rush out of the door, I walk past Dylan’s house (to see if he would spot me and walk with me). As I march past his living room window, I hear my name being called; I couldn’t tell whose voice it was… I didn’t dare look back. Just keep walking, it’s no one. The voice called again.
‘You must be Sally, right?’ the voice echoed.
I slowly turn around and to my surprise, see a man. A pain of panic slices through me. My head is telling me to carry on walking, but my body is frozen; just stuck, I can’t move. I see Dylan come out of his house and stare at the man. He creeps towards the guy and introduces us, it turns out that he’s Dylan’s dad Finn!
After this meet-and-greet session, I say I have to go, so Dylan grasped hold of my hand and we chatted all the way to school. His friends were waiting at the gate for him, I say goodbye and walk on. I see Dylan's distraught face as I quickly glance over my shoulder plus a billion dirty looks his friends give me. I ignore them. At least I’m actually mature. We reach first lesson and as per usual Dylan sits next to me, but there isn’t the usual feel to it. It felt as if I didn’t exist anymore. Like he was nervous, what about? But that’s where I was wrong. As we were leaving to go to break he took me to the school field, he took my hands, embraced me, and that’s when it happened. My heart skipped a beat. We held our hands out and connected like a strong magnet. He bent down to my eye level (because I'm smaller) he leant it, and slowly entwined his hands around my waist and pressed his lips on mine, we locked lips, and he kissed me with passion, it lasted 30 seconds, I wish it had lasted longer but his friends walked past and wolf whistled. Then he asked if I wanted to go out – obviously I said yes! I felt ashamed but relieved at the same time. Before I knew, it was time to go home, Dylan walked me home (well nearly home!), but something had happened on the way, something terrible. Dreadful in fact. I was quite dehydrated and I had just had pe for 2 hours straight. I was dawdling for once. I just couldn’t keep up with Dylan.
‘Dylan, slow down. Please.’ I struggled to stand.
‘What babe?’
‘I think I-I-I’m going t-to f-f-faint’ I said weakly. Suddenly my legs feel like jelly as I start to feel nauseous, I struggle to stay upright. Dylan realises and lunges towards me, worry written all over his face; shock even. I begin to fall, he sees my eyes slowly drawing shut, and my legs giving way and tries to get to me as soon as he can, he presses me up with all his force – although it’s no use, I was already gone. I fell onto the pavement. My skull hitting the curb like a rag-doll getting thrown across a room. I was too weak, too helpless; I was lost in my thoughts. My vision went blurred, my sense of smell had been forgotten, my sense to feel was still there – for a brief moment that too had all come to a stop and I heard a soft cry and my body being manoeuvred. I woke up in a surrounding which I didn’t even recognise, where was I? Who brang me here? How did I get here? Where’s Dylan? Dylan! I try to scream – no words or sound even came out. I was lost. I wanted my mum. I wanted Dylan – badly. I wandered what happened, and then I remember I fainted. Will anyone come for me? Has anyone heard me? I was so confused. A bright light turns on; someone who I didn’t recognise entered the room looking suspicious. I began to rub my eyes open, I couldn’t stop blinking. The woman’s fingers brushed my fringe out of my face. Who is she? I thought to myself (probably looking really confused too)
She began to speak.
‘Hello. You passed out not long ago, you woke up but you fell asleep again’ she said with a wryly, crooked smile.
‘Oh I’m sorry what’s the time?’ I asked politely.
‘It’s quite late – 1am, so I suggest you stay here, I contacted your mum and she said that it’s fine sweetie, would you like anything? A drink? Food? A blanket?’
