My head was pounding, beating, like a drum score in one of the band's songs. I was just deciding to skip the rest of the day's lessons as I turned around the corner and walked into someone. I cringed at the sudden collision. They must have been walking very fast because all of their books ended up on the floor.
I looked down at the girl. The first thing I noticed about her was her hair. It was the colour of light gold. It couldn't be fake. It was tied back in a neat pony tail. She was attractive. I hadn't noticed her around before. She must of been the new kid everyone was all talking about.
The next thing I noticed was her shoes. They weren't your ordinary sneakers or sandals. She wore cream oxford lace–ups.
"Sorry," I said.
"No it was my fault," she said. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
I bent down to pick up two of her books and she did the same. I handed them back to her when she stood.
She looked up at me for a moment, her dark brown eyes contrasted strikingly with her pale complexion and light hair. It unnerved me. Almost as if she could see right into me.
Some people ran passed making noise. The sudden loud sound pricked at my skull. I drove my fingertips into my temple.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I said immediately.
She seemed to step back. I opened my mouth to tell her not to worry about it, but then the bell went again and I just gave up. Why was I still standing here?
I walked past her and down the hallway, intent on leaving the school for the afternoon.
I was just out of the front gate when I heard my name being called.
"Shelley! Where are you going?"
I halted in my steps and swore under my breath. I turned and looked at Mr Pollock, standing on the school's front steps.
"No where," I said, stepping back into the school.
"That's what I thought. Now, get to class."
"Yeah, whatever." I said. I didn't move.
"Alright, Tyson. What class do you have now?"
I shrugged. He gave me a look, and I groaned. "History," I said.
I inwardly swore as he so kindly walked me to class.
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Ecstasy
RomanceTyson Shelley is a very typical teenager: parties, girls, passionate about his garage band. Except he may have taken it too far. Whenever there's a party he's the first one with a drink in his hand, which would be all right, if he weren't popping pi...
