The cool September air stung my cheeks as i wandered down the road towards the bus stop. As i wandered past the crossroads i spotted a tall figure leaning against the lampost by the bus stop. i don't remember him from last year. I sidle up beside him and take out my phone to check the time. the bus should be here any second. I studied his face as a soft rain began to fall. his hair was an almost blue-black and flopped over his forehead in gentle curls. his eyes were lowered and his fingers were curled around his sleeves. i recognise the hopeless hunch of his figure and my heart melts.
"Hey." I say with a smile. he looks up and i notice the shadows under his eyes. he looks up and smiles briefly.
"Hey..." He says listlessly. There's a commotion behind us and i turn quickly. a gang of boys are charging down the pavement towards us. no, towards the boy. He hunches his shoulders as they swarm around us. they're not from my school that's for sure.
"Hey ZACKYBOY" They laugh and push and shove him.
"Come on Mummy's boy, show us what you've got!" They laugh and he doesn't attempt to protect himself. They kick, jeer, laugh and tease. I can't bear it.
"OI, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" i shoulder charge the first one and they stop. Not because they're scared, but because they're laughing so hard.
"Got your own cheerleader there Zackyboy!" They laugh and grin and tip his schoolbag onto the floor. I stare as a waterbottle. exercise books, a kindle, iPod and sheets of paper scatter across the damp pavement. A boy with blonde hair spits a piece of gum into the boys face.
The gang moves off laughing and jostling with each other. the bus pulls into the station and the boy drops to his knees and begins stuffing everything back into his bag. he hoists it onto his shoulder and storms towards the waiting bus. i notice his phone lying facedown beside a puddle. I pick it up and wipe off the rain on my jumper. I dash towards the bus and leap on as the doors hiss shut. i flash my buspass and scan the bus for the darkhaired boy. he's sitting at the back, head bent. I sidle over and sit beside him, he scowls but doesn't speak.
"I got your phone..." I say awkwardly. He looks up and smiles briefly before thanking me quietly.
"I'm Grace." I say quietly.
"I'm Zac."
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I'd give you a life
Teen FictionGrace pretty much had a perfect life, until she was diagnosed with Leukemia. Her boyfriend dumped her, and her friends pitying her. her world was destroyed. Grace takes a year out, and when she returns she finds her previous problems still haunt her...
