The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 23

(Not edited/ sorry it's so short)

Ty's P.O.V

I go back to school when my suspension is done. I still get stares from everyone though. Even Jillian is staying away from me, which I really don't mind. Actually, I love that fact that she is not talking to me.

In my history class we are watching a documentary on the French Revolution and how Marie Antoinette was basically a whore. I can't seem to stay awake though. Not that this documentary was very interesting. I didn't sleep that well last night. I kept waking up when Samara did, which was a lot. I didn't realize she wasn't sleeping very well and so we basically talked for hours about the wedding when she couldn't sleep. I could have went back to sleep at any time, but I didn't. Well, I couldn't knowing she couldn't.

I am awakened by the bell in a puddle of my own drool. The classroom is completely empty, except for my history teacher giving me the stink eye. I collect my books and run out the door. I accidentally run right into one of the really big football players. I'm an average size guy and he is 6'8with a fully developed beard. His voice booms loud in my ears, but I hear noting. He extends his hand down to me. I accept after the pain in my butt subsides a bit. I didn't hear him so I say 'huh?'

'Sorry about that bro," he repeats. The beard leads me to believe that he has failed a few grades, but I could be wrong. Looks can be deceiving, I should know. I don't look like I have a brain tumour, but I do.

"That's okay," I say and try to escape, but he corners me. This guy is like a brick wall with facial hair. Seriously what are they feeding kids these days? Fertilizer?

"Hey, your that guy," I am immediately puzzled. His voice is so loud, that it makes my head ache worse. "That guy from the photo." He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his phone. He takes a few seconds before he finally finds the picture of me. It's my school picture and under it is my story. Everything from my father leaving, to my brain tumour, to Samara's pregnancy and our wedding.

"What is this?" I ask as I read the final word of the caption. I'm taking back by the extreme detail.

"I guess someone thought you needed help." He shrugs, smiles and walks away.

Someone was right.

Samara's P.O.V

"Samara, I'd like to speak to you," Mr. Davies says as I am just about to leave English. I walk over and stand beside his desk and he asks me to take a seat. I am not uncomfortable with Mr. Davies. He is my favourite teacher, but this is making me nervous.

"Samara, you essay-" he starts, but, I interrupt.

"Was it bad? It was bad wasn't it?" I start to panic. I have a lot of anxiety lately so I panic about everything. From supper, to what I'm going to do when Ty's gone.

"It wasn't bad, it was exceptional actually." He states. "Have you applied to any colleges yet?" I shake my head. "I would like to to look at this one, it's a writing school and, well I can get you a full scholarship if you choose to apply."

"Are you serious?" I question and my heart starts beating fast.

"Like a heart attack, Samara, you have talent and your writing has real emotion. You use your experiences to an advantage." He hands me a pamphlet with the schools information. "Think about it," he says and leaves the room to get more coffee.

He pops back in and says "oh, and if you do apply, you will need to write an essay about your life that is a minimum of 500 words." He leaves again. I sit alone in his room, smiling to myself.

***

"Did you know about this?" Kali asks showing me Ty's picture?

"No, I didn't," I answer.