v i c e s; he m m i n g s

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“Alright class, it looks like your new teacher isn't turning up today and no one available for a please take. Therefore I expect you to get on with whatever Ms Forster was teaching you.”

A harmonised groan echoed throughout the classroom as everyone beckoned to their seats. Mr. Brady laughed at the lack of enthusiasm and shook his lead lightly. He was the best head teacher anyone could ask for. He was so relaxed with everything but when anyone dared to step out of line he would put them in their place.

Kelly turned to the front and wrote down the date in her jotter. Her writing was squiggly and joined unlike mine that wasn't anything special. The perfect representation of me: I guess you can tell a lot about someone through their handwriting.

March 12th 2013

Kelly McClain

Her handwriting was beautiful but there was something about this date that made me stare at her jotter a little longer. There is something today but I can't put my finger on it.

“Now I'll leave you alone. And remember you are all young adults so I expect you all to act like it.” Mr. Brady finally said before shutting the door. As the click sounded, the talking screamed in my ears.

“Hey, Hemmings?” I looked up to see Kelly staring at me and I nodded. “If Brady comes back make up an excuse for us?” She smiled sweetly but I wasn't fooled. Kelly was far from sweet, she was like if Lilith and Lucifer had a kid that was blessed with Jennifer Lawrence's looks.

“Uhm...sure?” it came out as a question more than an answer.

“Thank you” she patted my back and left quickly with her group of seagulls, chirping away.

Everyone was basically gone now. It was only me,Keighley and two guys sitting at the back left. Okay Luke, this is your time to study.

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“Luke?” I heard a small voice say my name. Keighley.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering...you see question fifteen on the past papers?” she was so quiet I had to strain my hearing.

“The ones about Eugenides?” She nodded slowly.

“Em, I am a little confused on what it is asking.” I smiled at her. She never asked for help but I assume that is only because she was smart enough to do all of this herself. If anything I should ask her what this question was about.

“Oh, it's basically asking how he coveys the boys as selfish at the end and how the Lisbon sisters used them.”

“Was it selfish of the sisters or the boys though?”

“I guess it depends on the way you look at it.” Keighley looked at the question once again and opened up the book towards the end. I watched as her eyebrows danced as she interrogatedwords infront of her. “You see,” I started to ease the pressure of her looking for the answer. “The boys used the girls for their own sexual desires and homogenised them instead of giving them true identity.”

“Yes, but, weren't the girls selfish for stringing them along? They were merely accomplices in their vindictive plan to commit suicide.” She closed her book and placed her glasses down on the table. “It clearly was an act of selfishness to put the boys through witnessing the mass suicide.”

“I see your point. Thats your answer Keighley.” I laughed slightly and that smile I had seen a mere 30 minuets ago was back.

“Thank you, Lucas.”

“Its Lu- Never mind.” We turned back to our positions but as soon as we did, the bell chimed and the boys behind us ran out of the class room.

Walking out to the corridor, I bumped into a tall figure: Ed...great...I knew this would start something because, I'm me and he is, well, Ed.

“Watch were you are going you idiot.” He pushed me back and I stumbled. I felt my glasses fall from my face and land on the floor. I could only see a few blurred shapes. “Seriously Hemmo when are you going to just drop dead out of this school?”

Well ouch. What made it worse was the laughing and sniggering from others around watching the event. My face grew a pained expression which I tried to mask with a fake laugh, but to no avail it didn't work.

“Aww are you gonna cry Hemmo? Cry like a baby?” Picking up my glasses I waited for the kick to my stomach or punch to my face. This happened to often for me not to be prepared. Yet, I felt nothing. I only heard gasps.

“Ed...leave him alone...” I put my glasses back on the bridge of my nose and noticed someone stood infront of me.

Keighley.

“Aww, the loser has a girlfriend.”

“If you...if you don't leave him al-alone I will...”

He laughed mockingly, “What are you going to do, Princess?” He leaned forward and brushed her cheek with his hand but she backed away quickly.

“I'll tell everyone that you do slam poetry in the Grove Coffee Place.” She whispered only loud enough for me and ed to hear. His expression dropped to one of fear. Reputation meant more to him than anyone in this school. Fucking typical.

“You got off lucky this time Hemmo. Next time there won't be a girl to stop me.” He rushed away as questions about what Keighley said were uttered.

Standing up I adjusted my glasses and picked up my bag.

“Thanks Keighley.” Simply nodding she walked away with a little wave leaving me unbruised and content.

“No problem Luke.”

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A/N: This is so shit and i am really sorry. I kinda ship Keighley and Luke and this book hasn't even started yet. 

I will take this time to let you all know i am on my Easter Holidays or 'Spring Break' to some people. So i should be writing more but no promises. I Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Peace, 

amandajane x