Chapter 1
I walked out of my last class relieved that the day was over.
‘Hey Jess.’ I smirked at my best friend when I saw her in the hallway.
‘Hey Em. What’s up?’ her smile made her look so innocent with her long blond hair, but her eyes; her eyes held all her secrets. As the saying goes ‘Looks can be deceiving.’ And Jessica was the perfect example.
‘Not much now, how ‘bout you?’ I replied knowing what she was going to say.
‘Oh y’know Hey, I hear you got a detention this evening.’ She quirked an eyebrow. ‘’What did you do this is your first this year.’ I rolled my eyes.
‘Jess, it’s the first week of school, of course it’s my first. And I got it because I punched Keith in the face.’
‘Oh, so you’re doing it alone then..?’ I knew she’d heard otherwise from her disbelieving tone.
‘No, Keith got one too; he punched me in the jaw first.’ I smirked at the memory. Keith had a ‘’little problem’’ this morning that I so helpfully pointed out, in front of the whole class. His first reaction being to blush, and then to punch me.
‘Hah. What did you do to him?’ I smirked wickedly, stopping at my locker.4
‘Not much. I simply tried to...help him’ I grinned. ‘Anyway, I must go and serve my time with the devil.’ I grabbed my math and history books and shut my locker.
‘Seeya Em.’ She started walking away.
‘Bye Jess.’ I began the trek to the math room, which was at the other side of the school to my locker.
It took me exactly seven minutes to walk to the maths room,. Meaning that I was two minutes late. And boy did Mr Connors let me now. He ranted on for nearly four whole minutes.
As I walked past Keith on the way to my seat I rolled my eyes at him. The look of shock on his face told me I’d make a mistake.
I silently chastised myself for showing any emotion, especially to Keith. He was my enemy. He should never see any of my feelings.
I sat in the seat beside him as all the other chairs stood on the desks. We were right at the front so Connors could see us.
I smiled kindly at Mr Connors, he was quite a handsome man, only in his ate twenties.
He looked vaguely familiar to me, with his dark brown hair and electric blue eyes. Holy Crap! Michael Connors!
My eyes widened as realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks. ‘Mikey?’ I said in a small, quiet voice.
Yes?’ He didn’t even realise what I’d called him, something only I had ever called him. His eyes widened suddenly, then his eyebrows creased into a frown.
‘What did you say miss?’ He said slowly.
‘I-I said,’ I stuttered, ‘Mikey..?’ My voice trailed off into silence.
‘How do you know my name? Who told you my name?’ At first he sounded suspicious and then just plain old confused.
I smiled a small genuine smile and slowly slide from my seat. ‘It’s me Mikey; it’s me!’ I probably sounded so childish, but I just couldn’t believe it. Mikey was back
He frowned ‘Only one person ever called me that and I believe her to be dead.’ He choked on the end of the sentence slightly.
‘’They told you I was dead?’ I raised my eyebrows in shock. ‘Do I look dead?’4
‘Who are you?’ His voice and eyes were guarded. He was going into denial. I walked closer to his desk, never moving my eyes from his.
‘It’s me! It’s Emily!’ I pleaded with my voice for him to believe.
‘Prove it.’ His voice held so much contempt it was obvious he didn’t believe me. ‘My Name is...’
