As Darcy rose up from the ground with guidance from her mystery savior, her helper slightly pulled her to the right towards the nearby bushes with every centimetre upwards that they gained. When she was finally on her feet, her "hero" swiftly pulled her down again fully behind the tall green plants next to them stinging her already grazed knee. She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst as she thought that if she opened them, she would be greeted by the face of Ms. Volfur and welcomed with a mighty shout. However when she opened her eyes she was greeted by all too familiar nervous chocolate eyes and short cut wavy brown hair that seemed to frame perfectly around the slim face they belonged to. She stared in disbelief as rage began to lap over the gratefulness she had felt only moments ago. The face eventually spoke with a voice that was both harsh and soft at once. "Are you OK Darcy?" He questioned. His voice was a lot lower than it had been the last time she had seen him. "Grayson Piper, what the hell do you-" she shrieked before his hand flew up and covered her mouth. Darcy struggled and pulled his hand away sharply and shot him a disgusted look. "You can't be loud. You'll blow our cover. You don't want the Vol-monster to catch us do you?" "Fine." Darcy falsely agreed cringing at the ridiculous nickname, " I need to get to my form now before I get in any more trouble than I might already be." She began to get up when she heard footsteps on the other side of the bushes and she immediately dropped back onto the dirt covered floor. Grayson was uncomfortably close to her face with his finger on his lips as a sign for her to stay completely silent. The tension couldn't be cut with a knife as the distanced old friends looked on in fear. They were millimetres away yet miles apart.
A rushed conversation amongst two teachers that Darcy couldn't recognise passed. The two voices hastily went back and forth between each other: "I don't understand why they can't move it to next week." said the first voice "Me neither." agreed the second much higher voice . "I mean its not like its a problem." "He's only doing what he thinks is best for the students." "Is he though Karen? Is He? After what happened with him and his wife he cant be thinking straight!"
The two teachers eventually passed them and their voices faded away. Grayson removed his finger from his lip and Darcy looked at her watch; it now said 8:54am. "Great!" she said, "Now I'll get detention for sure." her chest began to swell with the thought of it. "Just bail." She stared at him blankly. "I mean its your birthday right? Enjoy life a little! Ignore classes until the end of break. Talk to the office. Say there was a family emergency. Give them my number to call and I'll say your uncle was in a car crash or something. They'll never know. I've done it so many times now I can't even remember where my form room is!" Darcy started to dislike Grayson even more. Yes it was comforting that he still knew when her birthday was but his suggestion only pushed him further away from her. Even the thought of it sent ripples of dread down her spine... but then why did it suddenly seem so appealing today? Is it just because she hadn't seen or spoken to Grayson in months? Or was it because she had French next? Or was it that she almost felt like she owed it to him to spend a little bit of time learning to forgive as he was trying to help and did rush to her aid? "Oh my gosh. Darcy you're bleeding!" he said startled yet slightly amused at her scrunched up face when he put a tissue on her forehead wound. God knows how long that tissue has been in his pocket, she thought.
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Finding Miss Wild
Teen FictionDarcy Anderson learns to lean and truly trust one person. The only issue with this is... this person is dead. When Darcy discovers the strays and life after death, she finds a friend that she knows she will have to let go. But can she bring herself...
