Forgotten

Chapter 2

By the time Thursday had come around, my life was still as ordinary as it ever was. School all day and then I went back to my room and studied.

I didn't ever mind boarding school. I never got on with my parents. Some relationships work better at a distance. They never really wanted children, work was their priority, and I preferred isolation anyway.
My room was small. Plain. Scarlett walls, carpeted floor, that was definitely cream at one stage but was now a sickly off grey, with stains an various parts of the floor and the room had a permanent smell of weed and whisky, but I didn't really mind.

I checked the time. 8:30. I promised Matt I'd meet everyone in the field at 9. I grabbed my jacket and exited my deadly silent room and made my way into the electricly silent night.
As a walked down the navy hallway, I could hear what could be mistaken as mouse footsteps, except it was clear these were being made by something on a much bigger scale.

I turned and I saw her. Her porcelain petite figure glowed against the dark blue walls of the hallway, as if she were a ghost. I could see her bright hazel eyes from the 5 or 6 yard distance between us and the hall began to feel colder as my glasses began to fog slightly.

She looked, so fascinating. Out of place. She looked like of those girls you read about in books. They ones that have these crazy minds and do amazing things and have no boundaries. The kids parents warn their children about. Then, it all happened so fast. She ran up to me. Not at me, towards me. Gracefully but hurried all at once. She placed her hands on my neck and pulled my head towards her, pressing her lips on mine. I didn't pull away. I kissed back. I'm kissing Eden Hale. Sorry, wait, why am I kissing Eden Hale?! I didn't pull away. I kept kissing her and I liked kissing her. She tasted like watermelons and peppermint, it was addictive. I hadn't exactly kissed many girls in my life but out of the few girls I had kissed, Eden was the best.

She pulled away and I watched her eyes flutter open through my slightly fogged up glasses as she smirked at me and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering, "Don't open it until the right time. You'll know when." Then she let go of me and backed away, dashing down the hallway out the building leaving me there, against the wall, perpetually confused. 'Don't open it until the right time?' Open what? I looked down at my hand and between my fingers was a notepad sheet of paper with Gray. Don't Open Yet messily across the outside of the folded paper. Eden what are you doing?