Hey, sorry I haven’t uploaded in a few days, been quite busy. I went to see Bring Me The Horizon and Pierce The Veil on Halloween for the first time with one of my best friends (Shannon, the person whom I write this FanFic about). It was amazing apart from the big-ass gorilla that ran past us! If you fancy hearing more about my concert experiences, please feel free to read my Concert Diaries :P Thanks, speak to you later XD
Shannon POV:
‘Where is he? This is the third day he hasn’t been to school. I kinda miss him, plus I hate sitting by myself; I don’t know anyone else and most people look like right dicks, so would you want to know them. Shit someone is coming over. Please go away, please… Oh fuck off!’
“Hey” this tall, skinny girl said.
“Hi” I simply replied; I didn’t want to talk to her, I wanted Lewis back.
“Look” she started as she sat down in Lewis’ seat, “you know that kid you like sit with in like every lesson?”
“Yeah” I answered.
“There is like something’s you don’t know about him” the blonde girl said.
“What like?” I asked as I looked at her properly. She was wearing a pink crop-top which displayed her pierced bellybutton. Her makeup was caked on while her hair fell in a neat ponytail. ‘Slut!’
“Well he like, smokes”.
"WOW Big deal!” I interrupted her, rolling my eyes.
“He is like lazy and like sleeps in class and like nobody likes him. No one should” She continues, ‘what a bitch!’
“And why should I not hang around him? “ I sighed; she was starting to piss me off.
She leaned in close to me; I could smell her mint-flavoured gum which she was furiously chewing on. “He like, totally killed his mam, I mean like his own mother. He should like he locked away or something”. I was utterly speechless! I didn’t want to believe her, why should I believe her? After all, his mother did ‘pass on’, but I didn’t know how. You can’t just ask something like that.
“Whatever” I sighed, sick of the shit.
“It’s true!”
“How? How the fuck do you know it’s true? Where you there huh? Did you watch it?” I half-shouted, forgetting I was in class.
“Well no, but-“
“But nothing” I shouted as I stood up, “w-what’s that smell?” I asked, as I leant down towards her, sniffing, “smells like bullshit!”
I paced out of the class, ignoring the teacher’s commands and walked down the science corridor.
***
“Shannon, is that you?” I heard a high female voice say, “Shannon Lester, it’s me, er Miss Jackson. You probably don’t know who I am”. I stopped walking and turned around to find a little, fat woman with a grin on her face. ‘How does she you know my name? Why would I know her?’
“H-how do you know me?” I questioned this Miss Jackson, slowly walking closer to her.
“I know-knew your brother, Shannon. I was his favourite teacher; he always came to me, break time, lunch time, after school. Was like a son to me” we gave each other a sympathetic smile.
“Oh, he told me about he stayed with a teacher. I guess that’s you”.
“I guess” she replied. “I thought you and your family moved away?”
“We did, but we figured it would be best to come back”.
“Oh right, what you doing out of class?” ‘Uh oh, can’t tell her everything.’
“I kinda got into an argument with this girl and I walked out” I replied
"Sounds like your brother, wanna come to my class for a bit. I’m not teaching, we could talk some more or you can just chill.” She asked.
“Sure, sounds good” I spoke following her into the classroom.
***
“What happened then? In the argument I mean.” Miss Jackson finally spoke after a long silence.
“Oh erm not much, just spreading rumours you know, it just annoyed me, I guess I just fl-“
“Flipped” the teacher finished my sentence, “just like Chris, he always said that”.
I looked up from the paper I was doodling on to find Miss Jackson who had stopped marking books and who was now staring into space; wrapped up in her thoughts.
“What was my brother like at school?” I asked, wondering.
"Chris, oh Chris was very quiet, wouldn’t speak a word, only to me. He wouldn’t harm a soul. He was really intelligent too; had high hopes for the future.” She sighed before looking down to the pen she was fiddling with, “I miss him coming up here every day, sometimes I still think that he might walk in.”
"I’m sorry, I wish he was still here too” I spoke, wiping a tear which had silently escaped from my eye.
“I couldn’t go to his funeral because no one knew how close we were” Miss Jackson continued, “I sometimes go to his grave and talk to him”.
“So do I, I used to come here every 2 weeks on the bus, but now I go there every couple of days”.
***
“I think everyone is going to their next lesson, do you want to stay here or are you going to your next lesson too?” she asked.
“I should go to my next class, can’t hid away forever”.
"Wise choice, if you ever want to talk, or just calm down or something, I will always be here. You can just come and find me, don’t be afraid” She smiled.
“Thank you Miss” I returned the smile before heading out of the door.
YOU ARE READING
Disposable Teenagers
Teen FictionAfter joining a new school, Shannon finds a boy who fascinates her and quickly friends him. This is the story on how one friendship can turn into something much bigger...
