Locker 17

Chapter 3

I turn back with a sigh of relief. The teacher ends up calling me back to retrieve my book I'd left on the desk.

...

I'd been going to school for the past week without seeing Harry which seemed strange since he only came the first day I came to the school. I decided to ask one of the girls I hung out with if it was normal for him to miss school a lot. According to her he'd never miss school until now..

"Wait!" Marie shouts.

"What?"

"Well,the first year he was here he went missing for a couple of days, when he came back he wasn't the same anymore. Harry used to be outgoing, had friends and would interact with people until that day. When he came back he was dressed in black & kept it that way to this day. He no longer had a smile on his face and was quiet and isolated. A week later the friend he first made when he got here, had committed suicide and no one knows why. Ever since then he hasn't had a smile on his face. Ever."

"Do you think that he knows why he committed?" I'm being to nosy but I simply don't care.

"Maybe?" She shrugs her shoulders.

"Oh." I answer.

"Why are you so into knowing about him anyway? Are you like...into guys?" She says it almost in a whisper, looking completely grossed out.

"No! No way! That's fucking gay. I just thought I had seen him around, that's all." I lie. I can't tell her I am, not after the reason she had. She was too disgusted by it. It only makes my stomach turn more.

"Oh sorry." She apologizes. I let out a sigh of relief once she does.

"What would make you think that in the first place?" My voice nearly cracking.

"No reason, people around here are just not too fond of people like that." Is she serious? She can't be.

"Are you one of those people?" I avoid any eye contact. I've learn not to when lying.

"More like who isn't? You better not be those types that believe in same sex marriage and all that crap, are you?" She lifts one of her eye brows up.

"No, of course not." The guilt starts to sink in.

"Good, besides Harry is the one who despises people like that the most." Does he really?

The bell rings to go to class.
I was starting to think that this place would be better for me, but they are starting to prove me wrong. This was supposed to be an escape from all the other shit. This clearly isn't going to be an escape but more like another entrance to it.