Abigail

Chapter one.

Chapter One.

Age 16.

"I'll beat you!" Ashton screamed as he legged it down the path.

Giggling, I ran after him, determined to beat him to school. My legs went as fast as they could carry me, down the path, around the bend and through the park. But however fast I went, Ashton was still miles ahead.

"Come on, slow coach."

I sped up as he stood waiting at the gates. A couple minutes later, I had reached his side. "I'm tired," I complained.

His hearty laugh filled the air, "We've barely done anything! Come on, I'll walk with you for the rest of the way."

I smiled thankfully and reached out for his hand. Ashton gave it to me as a funny feeling washed over me. I shuddered. I'd never experienced anything like this before - I always held his hand. We're best friends and we are extremely close, so it kind of came naturally... But this feeling was new.

Nonetheless, we walked on towards school. My favourite place... Not. I wouldn't say that I'm popular, but I do have friends. Well, they're mostly Ashton's friends but I hang out with them too. We only see them at lunch and break however, because neither Ashton nor I have any classes with them.

I've been best friends with Ashton for as long as I can remember. We watched each other grow up and I'd never ask for a different best friend. It's always been Abby and Ashton against the world and it always will be. Well, I hope so anyway.

"Come on Abs," Ashton said, pulling me through the school gates. It was the first day back; the first day of year eleven. I was nervous if anything.

But in we went. Making our way to our form room, we were greeted by a numerous amount of people. We simply smiled and walked on. "This one?" I asked, pointing to a door for confirmation.

He nodded, "Yeah this one."

So, I pushed the door open and walked in. "Ah, Abigail, Ashton, welcome back. Take your usual seats," Mrs Leroy told us. I smiled and took my seat. "Faye, could you hand out the timetables, please?"

I yawned, feeling tired again. I hadn't slept well last night so I was bound to be tired. Placing my head on the desk, I closed my eyes and tuned out. I needed to rest.

"Abby," Ashton whispered, "Abby, wake up." He nudged my arm. I opened my eyes slowly and lifted my head up off the desk. "Your timetable," he handed it to me.

My eyes scanned the piece of paper in front of me. Today's lessons were; English, Maths, break, History, History, dinner, Science and Science. So I had two double lessons today, ugh. They would drag - they always do. I peered over at Ashton's timetable - he had the same classes as me apart from the last two. For the last two lessons, we were in separate rooms. Great.

The bell rang. Ashton helped me up and took my hand as we walked to English.

Nothing exciting really happened within the first four lessons. We received new exercise books and wrote out a set of rules on each first page. Pretty pointless if you ask me; this was something that was done every single year. I guess it was just a way of passing time. Nobody was really up for doing a lot of work on the first day.

I had been getting progressively tired again, however. Not sleeping properly last night had really taken it's toll on my body. Currently, Ashton and I were sat with his friends for dinner. My head was placed on his shoulder and I had my eyes closed. He didn't mind. I continued to doze on his shoulder for a while. Until, of course, I was disturbed.

"Abby, you've not eaten much."

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

"You need to eat."