Olive Tree (WAIK Sequel)

Chapter 1 - "Define good,"

Chapter 1

"Hey Olive Tree," Anne greeted me by the school gates. "How you holding on?"

"I'm alright, you?" I pushed my glasses up and proceeded to walk with her through the gates and into the school's courtyard. I suddenly felt claustrophobia blossoming in the pit of my stomach as students filled the space around us.

"Great," She said, sarcastically. "We have English first, right?"

I nodded and then began to speak. "I swear you're only friends with me to find out our lessons."

Anne laughed and gently shook her head, her ponytail swishing everywhere.

We trailed up to English as slow as we could. We thumped up the stairs, the creaking couldn't be safe, and before we knew it we were sat in Mr. Edlinson's classroom that smelt like hairspray.

"Good morning, Oliver," Mr. Edlinson smiled at me then turned to my best friend and looked her up and down. "Miss. Avery."

"Mr. Edlinson," Anne smiled, took her seat near the window and rested her bag on the shelf. "Always a pleasure."

You could say that Anne was sir's favourite student. In a parrelle universe, maybe.

I proceeded to sit next to her as Mr. Edlinson welcomed the rest of the class in. The summer's breeze hit my temple smoothly and I tried to get comfortable in my plastic chair. It wasn't working the slightest.

"Olive Tree!" Dwayne Evans screamed, ran over from the doorway and pulled me from my seat by the scruff of my polo shirt. I struggled to breathe as his muscular hands squashed and squashed me. I swear I heard my bones slowly crushing.

"Release, Dwayne." Mr. Edlinson rolled his eyes and leaned himself up against the interactive board.

This is why I liked Mr. Edlinson, he was so sarcastic. And he treated Dwayne as he should be treated. Like a dog.

Dwayne dropped me back into place and I proceeded to write the date and title into my exercise book. He sat behind me, and throughout the lesson kept throwing paper balls at my head.

"Only a few more weeks, Olly," Anne sighed next to me. "Then we'll be out of this hell hole."

It was true. Only a few weeks left of my final year in education then I'm off to my home town, Indianapolis, to live with my grandparents and study Drama at the local college. Although my granddad had cancer, my grandma promised me he'd be better by the time I'd visit them in August. I imagined the Indiana beaches, the girls(not like one of them would take two looks at me, but admiring their bikini bodies from a far suited me to a T) and, more importantly, my grandma's amazing sandwiches.

"Class, could I have your attention?" Sir snapped me out of my day dream and quietened the class down to almost silence. "Thank you." He coughed at two girls at the front and then began to explain today's lesson. "I want you all to close your eyes. Including you, Dwayne."

I heard a faint groan come from over my shoulder. Turning my head, I was shocked to see his eyes closed. Anne obeyed sir, more to the point of not getting a detention than the desire to do the exercise. The whole class must have looked ridiculous.

"I want you to reminisce with yourself," He began pacing back and fourth. "Think of your childhood. Relax. Breathe in and out."

"He wants me to remember my childhood? I didn't go to therapy for nothing." I whispered to Anne.

"Just close your eyes, Olly," She laughed suddenly. "Breathe in and out."

"Miss. Avery, if I hear you open your mouth one more time you'll be out of my classroom, are we clear?" I suddenly heard Sir bellow as I snapped my eyes closed.