Pretty Boy

One

Human science. choir. world history. Journalism. No, that's not right, I think to myself as I shake my head. Human science. Choir. World history. Lunch. There we go. Then its journalism. Creative writing. Last and worst of all, calculus. I'm standing in the schools hallway, in front of my locker trying to memorize my classes. The beginning of the second semester is just starting and I just got my schedule. I would have gotten it sooner, but when the time came for students to pick it up, I was simply just to lazy to go. And now I'm really regretting it. If I had gotten it when I was supposed to, I would have it all mesmerized by now.

The hallways are packed with students, the chatter echoing around and I'm starting to think that its a stampede of rhinos instead of teenagers. Since its the first day, its going to be hectic, the reason why is because they act like its the first day of a new school year instead of just a new semester. As I start to put my things back into my locker I feel arms wrap around me and pull me back into a one sided hug.

"Harray! I missed ya so much, babe!" The familiar voice of my best friend says. I turn around with her arms still on me and hug her back, the both of us trying to squeeze the life out of each other. Finally pulling back, Rita holds me at arms length and looks me up and down. "I love what you did with,x your hair."

My left hand lifts up and touches it, "Do you?" I ask. This morning I woke up extra early so I can get to school to pick up my classes, so all I did was pull my long curly hair back into a messy bun. It must go well with the lazy outfit I have on. My black leggings are clinging to my legs like a second skin and my grey sweater is to big for my upper frame. I like it though, it makes me feel warm and cosy.

"Yeah, you look cute." She says with a large smile. I smile back at her and turn back to shut my locker.

"Where's Brody?" I ask as I notice that he's not around. Brody is another one of my best friends. Also Rita's boyfriend. Last year he finally grew the balls to ask her out on a date, and they've been together ever since. It's cute, it really is, but sometimes it can be gross. Like, I'll be sitting with them at lunch and they'll be all over each other. Holding each other, sucking each others face off to no eternity. But I'm glad they're happy.

"He had to drop off Rebecca. We'll see him at lunch though." She says as we both start walking down the hallways, trying to get through the mass of body's that are blocking us. As we walk, I look at the doors that we pass, trying to find my first lesson.

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"Have you heard anything from Mat?" I ask softly. Mat is her older brother, and is also not around at the moment. Ever since he turned eighteen he got dragged into the wrong crowd then became apart of it. Just a couple of weekends ago he left without saying a word to Rita or their parents. Its like he disappeared off the face of the earth. He didn't even take any of his things, he didn't take any clothes, no shoes, no nothing. He just left.

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"Oi! Move it freshy," She yells as a boy shuffles to slowly in front of her, but after hearing her demand he scampers away. She sighs, "No. I'm really starting to worry. It's been almost two weeks..." She trails off as she brings her brows in a furrow.

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"I'm sure he'll turn up sometime. Remember when he ran away? He came back, didn't he?" I say as I step out of the way of a flying football.

"Harry, he was ten. And he was gone for like two hours." She says while adjusting her pack straps. I know my attempt to make her feel better wouldn't work, not to mention she was right. Mat was only a boy when he ran away, the reason he did it was because their father didn't bring home the pizza he wanted. After two boring hours up in the tree house in their back yard he came down to eat the pizza that his father did bring.