Dangerous Eyes

I could hear Michael sat in my kitchen eating something as loud as a human can as I felt my way around the house. 8am was too early for me, and it was Monday. School. I hate that place, it’s full of stuck up girls who think that the world revolves around them; and then there are the boys who think that they rule the world because they can kick or hit a ball and they have ‘abs of steel’. But then there was the only redeeming feature of school, Michael and I. We were inseparable, we did everything together. He brought me out of my shell; before him I was a quiet girl who never spoke to anyone, I was the girl who got the best grades because I spent all of my time studying.

We went to school on Michael’s moped like we did every morning, I had my arms wrapped around his waist and he navigated the busy rush hour streets. I felt safe when I was with Michael, there was an aura about him that made him feel strong and any form of danger seemed to stay away with him. He kept telling me jokes while we were on the way to school, I couldn’t help but laugh, Michael really was the funniest and caring person I have ever met.

School was the worst part of my entire week, I hated everything about those miserable halls. The lessons were boring and made me miss my big, beautiful bed even more; the teachers were reeking of body odour and bad breath; the corridors and social areas were full of idiots and people I couldn’t stand; the library was full of tiny year sevens who were terrified by the idea of using deodorant to make themselves smell tolerable.

At last it was finally the last lesson before lunch, I was so hungry but then again I always was. Michael repeatedly tells me that I should be morbidly obese and spotty with the amount of food I eat but here I am, a scrawny, brown haired, dull blue eyed girl who has one friend. I’m not complaining that I only have one friend, he’s the best friend in the entire world and everyone else is missing out but sometimes I think it would be nice to have a girlfriend I can talk to about feelings, I daren’t talk to Michael about it all because I am terrified that I will ruin things between us both. If that happened or if I ever lost him I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, he is my everything.
The last lesson before lunch was English, it was a subject that I naturally excelled at because I was creative- I was constantly writing short stories and repainting my bedroom walls to cover old illustrations to make way for new ones.
Our English teacher was particularly boring and smelled awful, a mix between stale coffee and that musky smell that old people tend to have that no one knows what the source of it is. Mrs Harper was sat at the front of the room with her boot clad feet propped up on the desk, I noticed she had left the sticker on, she had be sat like this for the last 15 minutes of the lesson; I know lunch was still a LONG 10 minutes away but the beast of a woman had already started munching on a baguette stuffed with everything, including the kitchen sink. The classroom was alive with the sound of the 'girly-girls' giggling and flirting with the brainless boys of the football team. "Hailey. Hailey," a voice sang in my ear. I turned away from my doodle encrusted note pad and faced Michael's chest. I looked up and saw his green eyes twinkling down mischievously at me. "What have you done now?" I grimaced, I was usually the victim of his 'games' as he likes to call them. "There's nothing for you to worry about, it's Harper who needs to worry " I raised one of my eyebrows at him. "Wait and see,” he laughed.

And that's when all hell let loose.

Mrs Harper lent down and put her hand in her faded black handbag, she screamed and out flew a rubber toy snake, the entire class erupted into laughter. Michael offered me one of his sandwiches like he does everyday- making lunch for myself is too much effort- he gave me BLT, my favourite! I demolished my sandwich in a record time and then snatched the other half of his off of the foil before he had chance to react, I stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed as quick as I could. "That was mine!" He yelled.
"What's your point?" I questioned, "I'm a growing girl and I'm starving." I eyed his bottle of Mountain Dew and the mini roll that was screaming my name from across the table but before I could creep my hand across he put them back in his bag and slung the strap around his shoulder, protectively cuddling the bag which sat on his knee. "Arse." I muttered, Michael knew I loved my food.

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