We Are Of The Reckless Kind

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I was special ever since I was born. At least my mom and dad told me that. I was dancing and singing at 6 months old. I was already reading when I turned 2.

Actually one of my first memories is sitting in my chair looking at my dad from across the table. He was reading a book. I remember it so clearly.

"The Life of Hilter." the 2-year-old me said.

I was 24 months old so, of course, I didn't know who Hitler was.

"What?" my dad said and looked up from his book.

"The Life of Hilter." I repeated.

He furrowed his eyebrows and turned the book around to see the cover.

"Lily! Our little girl can read!" he yelled to my mom.

And from that day they always told me I was special. They sent me to school early and they sent me to all these special classes which, may I say, were not necessary. When they found out my mom couldn't have anymore kids, they went out of their way to spoil me. I always got what I wanted.

I remember this one woman they took me to. She was a real pain in the ass, even for my 4-year-old self. She always pushed me to do things I didn't want to do. Like stacking blocks. That's what babies do. I'm 4 years old, for crying out loud! Have some respect. So she gave me some puzzles that I solved in like 5 minutes. So going to her was a waste of good money and time.

After that horrible woman, they sent me to this Mr. Rogers. He was better but he was still boring as hell. I had to sit through an hour of him talking about his wife wanting to get a divorce. After some time, my mom and dad decided that was a waste of time too.

So then came the time for normal school. They thought about home schooling but they wanted me to 'socialize'. But I didn't, which is a problem to this very day.

I have been a loner since the first day of school. I didn't like to make friends nor did I want to make friends. Whenever people approached me I would ignore them. So they thought I was a freak.

"Hazel, can you repeat the Pythagorean theorem?" Miss Green, my Math teacher asked me.

"C squared equals A squared plus B squared."

"Great. So that's all for today kids. You have 20 minutes left of this period. Use it wisely."

I loved Miss Green. She was young so she understood our pain. I mean, sitting in a room solving equations wasn't my definition of happy hour.

I texted Luke because I know he's on his phones during all the classes except for English.

'hi poopfart'

He answered a second later.

'hi assbutt aren't you in class?'

'yeah but i have like 20 minutes left for this period and she said we could do what we want for the rest of it'

'wow lucky you i'm basically just sitting here and playing games on my phone'

'that's basically like having a free period'

'smartass'

I chuckled and Grace looked at me. She mouthed 'Luke' and I nodded.

Grace and Calum have been a couple for 2 weeks but I was in a coma so I missed the whole shiz. But I'm happy for them.

I looked around my bag for a book but I forgot to bring one. I mentally slapped myself. Stupid much, Hazel?

I stared at the wall for the rest of the period and when the bell rang I went to the cafeteria for lunch.

I found Luke, his gang and Grace at the table where we usually sit. I sat next to Luke and he pecked my lips.

"So how was your guys' day?" I asked.

"Nothing much. Mr Hudson farted in Chem." Luke said and we all burst out laughing.

We were talking and Luke's phone rang. He got up to answer it.

"Hello." he said.

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

"No, no that can't be her."

"You must be mistaken."

"No!"

With that he ran off and I ran after him. I lost him at the school entrance and I tried calling his cell but he didn't pick up. I was scared as hell. I didn't know what happened or where he was. I could just hope nothing bad happened.

After school was over I went straight home. I tried calling Luke again, but to no avail.

"What's wrong Hazel?" my mom asked.

"Luke just stormed off at lunch today. I tried calling him 50 times. I'm so worried, mom."

"I'm sure he'll come up, Hazel. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah." I said, not completely agreeing with her.

I mean, if something was wrong he would return my calls, right?

When the evening came I decided I've had enough and went to look for him. I reached his house but all the lights were off. I continued walking for about half a mile when I saw this little bar. He couldn't be drinking, could he? But I decided to go check, just to be sure.

As soon as I entered I spotted him. With a hand on another girl's thigh. I ran out to make sure he didn't see me, but much to my misfortune, he ran out after me.

"Hazel!" he yelled.

"I'm not doing this again, Luke!" I yelled back. "I've had enough!"

"Wait, let me explain."

"No, no explaining this time. We're done."

I ran the whole way home. I don't even know how I managed to do that. I just wanted to get home, lock myself in my room and cry.