Your voice (completed)[under editing]

13.chris

As I made my way to school it began to rain and I instantly thought of Amy; about how she would refuse to bring and umbrella and would stay out as long as she could in it, how she would run around and act like a 6 year old again and how she made me laugh while doing it. I still cant believe how I treated her. I feel sick every time I remember all the things I said to her and even sicker when I remember the look she gave me as she walked away with tears in my eyes. And the worst part was that everything she had said was true and it was only until she said it that I truly realised what I had been doing. I'd purposely pushed everyone in my life away because I felt sorry for myself.

I let out a long sigh and lower my head more as the rain gets heavier. I can barely see a thing, I can only just make out the shadow of the school in the distance. As soon as I'm passed the gates I stand in the shelter above the main entrance. The hallways are packed with students trying to stay out the rain and keep dry so I stay stood outside by the doors. The rain gets worse and class is about to start when I see someone alone approaching the schools gates.

At first I can't see their face which is hidden under the protection of their large black umbrella. All I can see is their long platinum blonde hair. I think hard about who it could possibly be but I can't recall ever seeing anyone at this school with that hair colour. People begin walking inside to class but I stay where I am. I stay and wait to see who this mysterious person is. They stop outside the gates and slowly begin to raise the umbrella.

Then when I see their face I'm speechless. Their shuttle red lips and light brown eyes are unmistakable. However the long platinum blonde hair is new and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach with guilt. All I can think about is why dose she have an umbrella with her; thats not like her at all. Her eyes meet mine and quickly flick away as she makes her way inside.

Her shoulder gently brushes against my shoulder, hardly even touching me but at the same time it felt like I'd been hit in the stomach. I look over my shoulder as she pushes the door open. She doesn't look back and continues to make her way to class. As she walks down the hallway she folds up her umbrella before stopping at her locker and placing it inside.

I continue to stare at her when she turns her head slightly to the side. Her eyes meet mine but there filled with anger and pain. Something I never thought she would feel. She takes out her books and slams the door shut before walking away and soon disappears down the long hallway.

I push open the door which suddenly feels ten times heavier then before. I stare down the hallway at where she had once stood. Suddenly it feels like I'm back outside in the rain alone. Like I'm trapped in a tragic scene you always see in the movies. It's the kind of feeling you think and hope only ever exists in stories and movies.

I walk over to my locker and open it. I stop and look inside and see the pictures of us together and the drawings she had given me. All of her little notes I had kept even though I had no reason for keeping them. I grab my books and shove them into my bag. I take one of the photos off the inside of the door and then I get another one that's hidden behind my spare jacket. One photo is a photo of her and the other photo that's been hidden behind my jacket is a picture of me and jess. I look at both of the photos before letting out a big sigh and placing both of them in my pocket.

I close the door and walk pass Jess's old locker. I carry on walking before I stop outside her locker, and whisper to myself:
" Amy." Before walking to class.