24 DAYS

Day 1

Before you start I just wanted to say it takes a few chapters to really get started but it is all relevant to the story. Be patient and thanks for reading. It means the world to me. Feel free to comment and stuff, big love x

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Day 1 - Wednesday

Light brown curls flopped in the hallway, the unfamiliar face making the heads of all the students stare as they passed by. Some girls giggled. Others despising of his dark torn jeans, navy blue tee and grey jacket. His hood covering the black beanie he wore and the brown colour of his shoulder slung school bag made him look like an outsider. His jeans rolled to his ankles, his grey low cut converse tattered, the laces smudged with dirt. The boys walked past him and smirked, looking down at his unusual fashion. I knew that the boys wouldn't hesitate to tease him, he seemed quiet enough to take their shit rather than giving it back to them. I prayed he would be okay here, I didn't know him but to me he was refreshing. He looked content with who he was. He didn't even take notice of the giggles or the stares. He simply walked through the halls with no other intention than to get the day over with. Unlike the boys who were here to see their friends, or the photography geeks who only came to stress about getting the yearbook made in time for graduation. Then there were the muso's who came because their parents wouldn't allow them to have band practice at their houses. The football players who came to try and get picked up by professional teams or the footballers who only did the sport for the cheerleaders, who were only here to feel on top of the world because when they went home, nobody cared about them. It was ridiculous really, the separation of us all. I considered myself in the average group of people. Yeah, I had a strange fashion sense and an odd taste in music. I also didn't really have any friends, if I'm going to be honest. Occasionally I'll sit with a few other 'normal' classified people but I preferred to sit by a tree, or if it were Winter, a shelter by the garden and read. I wasn't much of a people person but I suppose it was because nobody really drew me in. Everybody was easy to read, there was never anything to learn. Maybe that's why this floppy haired boy who was now slipping out his glasses as I walked into history class interested me so much. He was anything but ordinary but at the same time he was. I mean these days the definition of ordinary is based on the numerous loons in society therefore making him the realistic definition of it. It works in my head anyway. Point being, his normality stood out to me in this abnormal generation. Just so happens that the seat he was sitting in was mine.