Do I Know You?

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                    FLASHBACK

Harry

"Welcome year eights to Saint Peters high school. It is expected here that you try your hardest and be proud of yourself. You will always have the support of your fellow teachers and students and by all means pay me a visit if you want." The principle of Saint Mary's speaks very well and I am quite excited for the next five years. Alesia on the other hand seems quite nervous. She's biting her lip and fidgeting. I place a hand on her knee and give her a reassure smile when she looks at me. You would think high school wouldn't make you sit on the gym floor and have some fancy chairs so your bum doesn't get sore. But no.

"We are now going to call out each of your names with an assigned teacher. Once you hear you name called, please head to that teacher and they will take it from there." Name after name is called and finally my name is called. I walk towards my teacher. He looks young, which can be good but also bad because they have not had years of experience. But then again, he is my home group teacher.

After me, Alesia is called and she walks towards me.

"We've got the cute one," she whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes as she giggles knowing that I don't care.

The day consisted of learning how to unlock our locks for our lockers and being assigned a locker. It wasn't hard but a lot of people did struggles. All you had to do was remember three numbers. How hard can that be?

The lockers were bigger than I thought; a metre tall and a school bag width. It had a shelf low enough to stand your books upright and underneath a place to put your bag.

"But I was assigned this locker!" I frustrated red headed girl states.

"Mr. Jones said we can move lockers is we want and I'm asking you if we can swap so I can be next to my friend!" Alesia is look just as angry if not more.

"Fine whatever! Be next to the dork! No one wants to anyway." Alesia skips to where I am standing with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Ooo the lockers are nice" I shake my head and laugh at her. She is my best friend.

PRESENT DAY

It's time for Maths and I'm excited for it. Numbers are just my thing. I can do any sort of equation mostly with ease but even if I don't get it right away, I will work on it until I do. It's the same with science.

I take a seat in the first row but next to the windows on the other side of the room from the door. The views quite nice actually. Maths is on the second floor and you can see further up the tree I was looking at in science on the ground floor. Up here, you can see a little bird house and it looks like there's a family in there.

Alesia walks right past me and sat down behind me. None of her group are in here, probably because they're all dumb.

The class goes by and, not surprisingly, Alesia doesn't say a word. Normally she's answering question after question to the point where we could compete to see who could answer the most. The loser had to buy the winner a Curly Wurly. Now I just go and buy myself one at the canteen.

When Lunch comes, I find myself sitting on the empty bench that Alesia and I used to sit at before she was asked to sit with the 'popular' kids.

I stare at the other kids who are laughing, smiling and have lunch. It's rare I get lunch. Mum hardly does grocery shopping because of her job. When she does, I get lunch for the next month! I would go grocery shopping but I have no idea what mum wants, what brand and if something is too expensive and when I go to ask Mum, she's either asleep or working still. Alesia used to bring me lunch when she knew I wouldn't have any.

Harry stop. You cannot dwell over memories that clearly don't mean anything to her. She has forgotten about you and it's time you forgot about her.

I see her group watching me and laughing in the distance. It doesn't help that they're practically opposite me. I see them point. I see them mocking me and I see her laughing. That is what hurts the most. Seeing her laugh after everything I've ever done before.