Forgotten

Chapter 1

She wasn't the sort of girl you notice. She was like the sun. We all know she's there and we acknowledge the fact that she is there, but we don't exactly run around pointing at the sun and dedicating our days to it. I guess there are worse things to be compared to than the sun.

I was sitting in my usual seat, two seats from the back, two from the front, at the edge, by the window. She also sat in her regular seat. Two spaces to the right of mine. Both of us doing the things we regularly did. Her legs crossed, her pale hands gripping the book that she read and reread every day I saw her with when we had English first class which was Monday and Wednesday.

I had a cigarette awkwardly balanced between my index finger and my middle finger, exhaling slowly as the grey smoke swirled it's way out if the window. Yes, I smoke. Yeah I know, why would a smart guy like me smoke? "You're killing yourself," well a smart guy like me would reply, "We all die anyway."

Just as I finish coating my lungs in a new sheet of tar, I see an approaching bundle of stress with a dirty blonde puff run towards me at a speed that would get him arrested. "How much time do I have?!" "15 minutes." He collapses into a heap into the chair beside mine. "Thank god. I slept in, thought I'd be late." I cock a brow at him and let out a sarcastic laugh, causing him to turn his head to look at me. "Drew, sleeping in to you is turning off your alarm and staying in bed for thirty seconds."

Just as he was about to begin a very long rant on organisation, our friend Matt walked through the door, although I was more interested in the person walking in the door behind him. My eyes wouldn't leave her and I didn't want them to. Her black hair fell on her shoulders perfectly as she walked so swiftly, so silently. She was so beautiful.

She passes Matt and sits in her seat, at the very front, two seats directly infront of mine. Matt rolls his eyes. "Here I was thinking that you were just really happy to see me." "Funny," "No but Gray, I get what you mean, like, she is hot. I would definitely get some of that, but I'm a good friend. When she asks for my lightsaber, I will resist." "Well if you call your dick a 'lightsaber' the only thing you will be trying to resist is a jail sentence." I thank my metaphorical god for the existence of my personal sass master, Amelia Hurst. Without her, I would probably have no friends.

I looked at my watch to see how many more minutes until a new week of being my usually 'star student' self. 2 minutes. As I rested my arm back down on the table, Drew must have caught a glance of my watch too, because issued everyone to their seats because he wasn't prepared to go down because we wanted to interact in his presence when class was about to start.

We all sat down as we were told as the remainder of the students filled the classroom. I glanced over at Amelia who was separated from me by Drew. She jestered towards Drew and sighed as I nodded in agreement. As I went to turn myself the correct way around so I would be sitting facing the board, I saw Eden staring at me. It lasted a brief second before she went back to drawing on her desk. That girl was far from ordinary.

Mr. Burner walked in and sat in his desk. A middle aged man, with ginger hair,and a jet black moustache that was extremely distracting, he was an odd man to say the least, and I was somewhat convinced he took meth, and if one day he dropped dead in class from overdosing, I wouldn't have been particularly surprised. Things rarely ever surprised me back then. I thought of myself as a good judge of character. Saying that sounds funny now, because nobody is ever who you expect them to be.