Chapter 3: All The Small Things

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Hi, here's another chapter :) I have already wrote the next part so I will try and upload it as soon as possible XD

Shannon’s POV:

Well, this school was shit too, no surprise there really. This was the worst school I had been to and I had been to many! Lessons are boring, teachers are strict and all the kids are dicks… well apart from Mystery boy; I still haven’t found out his name.

I slowly walked to my locker, where I dumped my new school books and went the longest way to get out of the building. Normally I rush out immediately or hang around after the bell has ringed so I don’t catch the crowd and the bullies.

As I turned down the music corridor, I saw him; mystery boy! I recognised him instantly because of his red jacket under his school blazer and his black skinnies, god knows how he gets away with them.

I sped up behind him, but not too obviously, so I could talk to him. ‘I hope I’m not annoying him’.

“Hey” I said as I reached his side.

“Hi” he replied, flashing me a small, smile.

Concerned, I asked. “What’s up?”

“Nothing” sighed the boy, “how was your first day?” changing the subject.

“Crap” I replied honestly. We both laughed, knowing it was the truth; his laugh was so infectious!

“Do you know where, erm, Dunfield Cemetery is?”

“un-hu” nodded my friend, “it’s near where I live. Why? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I am going there now, but I don’t know which way it is, only visited it by bus” I answered. ‘He wouldn’t care about my brother. They wouldn’t know each other. Mystery boy would only judge me like how everyone else does’.

“oh okay… I can take you there if you like?” he offered.

“are you sure? You can just give me the directions, I will figure it out” smiled I. ‘I kinda wanted him to come with me but at the same time I didn’t’.

“I insist” he cheekily winked before laughing again. I laughed back.

t’s not like me to make a friend like him so quickly, never mind on the first day of school!

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