Impulsive Thinking

two~an old friend

658 words

Henry's p.o.v

After having mom telling me to be careful and to call her if I need to one thousand and a half times I was rolling up to school.

Curie Middle School. Named after Marie Curie herself.

I felt threatened when seeing several 8th grade jocks (who'd obviously been held back a few years) roughhouse to the point of bloody noses, but I still wheeled up the "handicap" entrance anyway. 

The school was brightly lit which went nicely with the freshly painted red lockers. Streamers where hanging wall to wall. I reached the office (which by the way, sounds like some terrible place especially when you get called on the speakers to come down to "the office") and the secretary couldn't see me from over her desk. "Mrs. Dine?" I said, trying to sound older than I was, it didn't work though. She stood up and saw me. "Why, hello Henry!" She greeted cheerfully. Her wrinkles became visible when she smiled like that. "My, how you've grown since we last saw you!" she handed me a pink lemonade candy drop because she knew I liked that kind and pushed the intercom button. "Mr. Stocks, Henry is here." she said in her best, sweetest voice. My lips puckered thoughtfully as I sucked on the candy drop.

Mrs. Dine came around and pushed me into Mr. Stocks' office where a girl with unruly black curls and bright blueish-grayish eyes sat in a chair. Her face was rosy and blanketed in freckles, she had a small bruise under her chin that looked like it was brand new. She looked familiar but I couldn't remember. 

Mr. Stocks sat in his office chair, his squashed face looked like it'd gotten more orange since I last saw him. He smiled brightly when I came in. "Why, Henry!" He said, like I was an old friend, "We're so glad to have you back," his bright orange eyes followed me as Mrs. Dine pushed my wheelchair next to the black haired girl. She looked at me excitedly but she tried to hide by biting her lip.

"I'm glad to be back, sir." I lied. I unconsciously tapped my fingers on the arms on my chair. "Emily will escort you for the rest of the school year, your schedules are the same so you should be fine." He spoke, shuffling papers and shoving them in folders. "I'm sure Emily won't be needing a paper to remember your classroom numbers, unless you so desire one Henry?" I shake my head. 

Just then the bell rang to signal class has begun so Mr. Stocks said: "To your classes children." without looking up. "And please," he started looking tired. "Don't misbehave."

Emily got up and started pushing me out the office door and into the empty hall. "Did ya' miss me?" She started. I knitted my eyebrows together, I didn't understand what she meant. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I guess the accident didn't hurt your sense of humor!" She joked. "My head was injured slightly in the accident so I don't remember some things..." I said. I didn't quite know how to say 'Memories of our friendship that should've lasted forever got injured too' so I sat there quietly. We came up on an elevator that I hadn't noticed before today. "You mean..you don't remember me?" Emily said, her voice breaking off at the end. I shook my head. "I-I'm sorry." I said quietly. 

She pushed the 3rd floor button, and resumed her position behind my chair. "We were best friends." She started. "Like brother and sister almost, you and I hardly ever went a day without seeing each other." We started moving again. I sort of remember playing around with a dark haired girl, smaller than Emily though. "I think..I remember.." I said, hoping to cheer her up. We were quiet for a little. Then we came to a door, "7th grade English." She said brightly.