The next morning was like any other typical morning except Scarlett did not come over. Although she did call me at three in the morning, and we had to have talked for about an hour. She said she was very lonley and lately had delt diconnected from her mum. I was barrly able to pay attention because my eyes slowly shutting, and my brain was more and more tired.
Anyways I grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet and headed to for my car. I only had fifteen minutes to get into a parking spot and start walking in the big building most teenagers call school. Unfortantly it was difficult to find a parking spot because the parking lot wasn't big enough. As I drove down the streets of my home town. What I liked is that at times it could be one of the most peaceful place in the world. I could start to see the school, busses were dropping kids off, and people were hanging out by there cars. It took me sometime, but I found a good spot a little far away, but not that bad. I heard a buzz from my phone which was sitting dead center of my passangers seat.
FROM SCARLETT: HEY BRO SO WHERE DA HELLS R YA. WE SHOULD HANG OUT LATER.
ME: UM I'M HERE JUST IN MY CAR MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL, OKAY? AND WE REALLY SHOULD HANG OUT.
After that I didn't get a text back. I put my phone in my pocket and got out of my car. Personally I really liked my car. It was a black Chevolet, Comaro. I remember on my sixteenth birthday my grandfather got it for me before he past away about a week later.
I stepped out of my car there was a few cars next to mine, but only one person was outside by his car. I didn't want to talk to him, because to be honest he scared me a lot.
" Oh hey Marcel!" the punk teenaged boy waved.
" H-how do you know my name?" I mumbled.
" Oh come on every one knows your name around here."
I rised an eye brow and looked at him like he was talking gibberish. " So you know my name, but whats yours?" I asked.
" Oh I'm Harry, we're in the same Organic Chemistry class," He told me.
" Oh your Organic Chemistry Harry. I thought you looked familar." I said not looking at him. I honestly still can't get over how much he makes me feel nervous. Sometimes I look on the corner of my eye and see the tatoos on his arm, which quite frankly do not make much sence.
" Do you have any friends?" He surprisingly asked.
" And you need to know, why?"
" Well I don't, but I'm thinking going to this party and if you want to invite friends why not?" We were almost at the school and most peope were already inside.
" I don't exactly do parties anymore," I said honestly.
" Well I don't go to the ones these bastards go to. If you find the right people you can find the good parties," He said miisteriously. We walked through the big enterence doors and Harry let out a huge groan.
" God I hate school," he winned.
" Its not that bad," I mumbled.
" The freaking drama doesn't stop. Sometimes I want to get away from it."
" I gotta agree with you, its not fun."
He nodded his head and eventully we went our spreat ways, because our lockers were in different corridors. I at my locker and thankfully it was the end locker. I thew my books into my small locker and closed it. I looked over Scarlett's locker and she was talking to this popular guy. At first I didn't mind, but she started laughing and then I got angry. I looked at me and completly ditched the one guy.
" Hey Marc," He piped up.
" Hey I mumbled.
" So who's your friend?" She asked.
" What friend?"
" Oh I saw you walk in to the school. The guy with the tatoos and pircings."
" Oh he's not really my friend. We're in the same Organic Chemistry and I guess I parked near him, and he I don't know he started, bringing up this stuff about a party," I stated. There was a big awakward scilence between us because I could tell memories were flooding back to her brain.
" Oh well thats cool. I gotta go class is that way," She said pointing to the other direction. I really wanted to ask her about the boy, but alas there was no time.
I walked in and just like always people were stopped what they were saying and started talking about me. Usually it wasn't nice things, and almost allways there was a new rumor. I sat in the back of the class, and like the first day of school I sat next to Harry.
" Why do people always look at you like you've gone mad?" Harry whispered.
" I asked myself that everyday," I sighed. Then I heard Mr. Fitzherburt start talking. First he took attendance, then it was off to learning. He deffinatly was my favorite teacher, but I wasn't so fond of the actual class.
The rest of the day I didn't hear from Harry. We didn't have very much classes together. To be completely honest he didn't make me so upset, but he did annoy me sometimes.
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FanfictionLife has it's ups and downs. Marcel isn't like everyone else, but maybe that's a good thing. Although everything does in fact happen for a reason.
