The Hidden Soul Language (Discontinued)

Chapter 3: Bittersweet day

Well, that did it. When life was just getting smooth and steady for me, my life just had to have a restart in another school. It felt like my world just crumbled before my eyes. The memories and friends I've made will be gone, just like that. I don't have anything to say or do now but watch the others breakdown or just be indifferent.

Some still tried to smile an encouragement, some still quite optimistic that we'll one day meet again. With that, the bell rang and all of us went to our respective classes despite some of us never enjoy the subject or teacher or even both.

Ed left almost immediately to his class to avoid getting detention from his English class teacher as she had always been trying to put troublemakers into detention. I left for my first period- and last class- for English Literature with Mr. Sergei. Isn't it ironic that he's Russian but his classes are by far the best and 80% of the students favoured him as their teacher?

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The school ended two hours earlier before school ended as to give everyone a chance to meet with our friends and teachers one last time. This is gave everyone the chance to speak our unspoken wishes and farewells, enemies reconciled and confessions were made. Teachers included.

I do not want to know about that part.

(A/N Play the song at the side)

I've met all that I needed to meet and spoke all I needed an wanted to say. So now I'm on my way to tour around the school one last time, memorizing every detail as much as possible. With every step I took, memories played back, flashing before my eyes from the first day I stepped into Montrose High right until now. Every classroom I looked at brought back moments of a certain event, person and quote.

Next place I wandered off to was the school field where the jocks and other guys who aren't jocks played a game of soccer with some others at the sidelines with a handful of girls. At the bleachers sat different groups and cliques joined with different types of social statuses.

The weather wasn't too sunny nor was it cloudy; just slightly windy which made it a good day. Shoving my hands into my jean pockets, I smiled at the sight before me. Today is a good day no matter what had just happened.

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At my locker was my brother with his earphones in and leaning lazily at my neighbouring locker. I pulled the earphone from his left ear instead of waving my hand in his face or shouting on top of my lungs to get his attention. Like I've said earlier, when he's focused on something, he'll be really focused on it. For this case, listening to music. I actually thought of punching his arm lightly but I still wanna live, so yeah.

"Knew you'd be here sooner or later," Ed commented as he ran a hand through his dishevelled dirty blonde hair.

"Sure. Ever considered become a psychic?" I teased him while pinching his cheek. He swatted my hand away as I giggled away.

"You know I don't like that or even mess my hair." He mumbled while rubbing his 'injured' cheek as I cleared out the remaining contents left in my locker.

As if on cue, the final bell rang when I just closed my locker. We both sighed heavily and looked at each other like conversing telepathically. A small smile appeared on Ed's face which meant, "Time to say goodbye". I linked my arms with his and walked towards the exit like every other student.

When we stepped outside, both of us noticed some tractors and other construction stuff were parked at the corner of the building, like they were all prepared to get into bringing the school down brick by brick. Every students' head hung low and shoulders slumped heading out of the school grounds.