Brown eyes scanned the tarmac playground, searching amongst the large groups of adolescents. Searching for his group of idiots but when his eyes didn't meet the ones of his friends, Emmet's heart raced. With clammy hands he gripped the strap of his backpack, stepping back towards the cold metal gates. His minds started to fill with thoughts of abandonment. Had they left him? Were they never really his friends? Had they lied to him? His hands clenched tighter into a fist his nails biting into his skin.
Emmet was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. His gaze quickly switched from the grey tarmac up to Leszek's blue eyes. His nearly white hair covered his forehead as he smiled gently.
"Andy and Manj are outside the science building," Leszek stated, his pale slender arms pointing towards to right of the dull school. With the funding the school received, a vast majority of students (and staff) had wondered why improvements hadn't been made to the prison-like school. And it was a stretch to even call the science building a 'building' as it was merely a series of small stand alone bungalows, with a few gas taps and old lab equipment.
The two slowly strolled towards the bungalows, with Les taking the lead, Emmet following in his path. The gangly boy stood out with pale skin and European accent as he politely parted the waves. As the pair walked by, some younger years stopped to star as the year 10s passed. Some in awe, some muttering 'Pole' under their breath.
When they reached their destination, they were greeted with a large grin from both of their friends.
"Morning lads, don't mind my sexy tan?" joked their obviously sun burnt friend, his ginger hair contrasting drastically against his now red skin.
"He looks like a right mong don't he? Like a ginger tomato!" squawked Manjra, tears trying to escape from her eyes. "Only Andrew can get burnt in bloody Skegness!"
"Oi, it was hot! And look at him he's as pale as anything, at least I have some colour on me", Andy playfully retorted, pointing at Les' smirking face as he watched the two. Emmet stood slightly to the side of the now arguing friends, smiling slightly at their antics. It had been only a week and he'd missed them so much. Even if it had been nice to have some peace and quiet.
The clamminess in Emmet's hands seemed to reduce as he sank into the familiarity of his companions, but as the morning bell rang he felt his heart drop to his belly.
YOU ARE READING
This is Why
غموض / إثارةWhat would you do if you started something that couldn't be stopped? What would you do if there was no one else but you to blame? What if it was all on you?
