Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

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Darcy's P.O.V.

I'm not really excited about today, even though it's the last day of school. I mean, I really should be excited, but you all know how depressed I am.

My so called 'friends' at school treat me horrible, but they're only my friends so they won't look bad. You noticed I said "they". Well, why? Because, a lot of them don't want a bad reputation at school for being a loser while having no friends.

Even if they're friends with the loser of the school, a.k.a. me, it would still make them look a little better.

But it's not like I have feelings, right? Note the sarcasm.

Oh well, worse things have happened to me.

The steps towards the awaiting school seemed longer than normal for me, probably because I've been thinking about all the chaos going on right now.

Next year I'll be going to high school. Harder than elementary school, harder than being a little kid and having an excuse to want ice cream every minute of every day, harder than...

My point is, you'll have responsibilities.

Teenagers are the most misunderstood people. We're treated like children, but expected to act like adults. Even though I've never really been taught discipline, I've had to teach myself.

If that makes any sense.

No one has been there for me to say "No" and no one has been there to reward me for good things I've done. Screw karma, that takes too long.

I've just had to teach myself. And I think I've done a good job of it.

The last step seemed a lot longer than usual. It was hard for me to lift my foot up off the step and place it up higher.

It was harder to make that decision, but then again I've made harder decisions.

I inhaled deeply and walked up the next step, having little confidence in my pride and dignity because of my whole special appearance on the news a couple hours ago.

My hands lifted up as if I was guarding myself, but instead I pushed the doors open. I had no supplies for school, I was always provided them. Even if they were crappy, I still got a great education.

I saw many kids crowding the claustrophobic walls the school was held up by. Many of them pushed, bumped, smacked, hit, pulled me as I tried to avoid them while walking past. But, of course one has to speak up,

Right?

"Hey Darcy!" Chase mimicked as I walked past him. I tried to ignore him, tried being the key word.

It seemed that he wasn't pleased with my reaction, so he pulled my hair so I could face him. "I asked you a question."

I gulped. This hasn't really been this bad, until now. Almost all of the kids in the hall kept quiet to watch and listen to the torture that was happening to my physical and mental health. .