chapter 2- Two fingers( Jake Bugg)
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" Florence could you please pay attention, I'm going to have to send you out if you keep on staring out of the window"
I turn my head at the mention of my name, snapping out of my daydream. i was imagining one day just walking out of this place and never stopping, walking for miles and miles and never coming i back the thought made me look forward to the future, when i can finally do just that.
I nod in response.
I stare at Miss Smiths face, noting the extra wrinkles she had gained since i started high school, her stony blue eyes that didn't seem to fit on her face, they were magnified by a pair of glasses perched on the tip of her hooked nose. i still couldn't take anything in of what she was talking about. when would i ever use french outside of school? I'm not moving to France anytime soon. I'm living in the countryside on my own with books surrounding me on tall book shelf's and a record player that plays my music beautifully. not France.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNG
The bell rings, i slowly start to pack my bulging pencil case and books back into my bag zipping it up and pulling it on my shoulder. its lunch and i don't need to rush. i bring my own lunch because lining up by my self would be depressing. i walk to my usual spot under the staircase but someone is already there sat cross legged in the same position i always sit in. i glare at the the boy who seems to be my age with thickly rimmed glasses brown messy hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to glow, unlike Miss Smiths, his suit him well and just add to how annoying he is. why does he have to be good looking, now there's absolutely no chance in hell that I'm going to stammer my way through a sentence directed at him.I cant seem to take my eyes off his eyes, grrrrr i wish he could stop being so perfect. Hes reading a bulky book, that's rested on his crossed legs he seems completely lost in it, unaware to the fact that he is taking up MY spot. humph.
I decide to be extremely brave and sit about a meter away from him at the very end, under the staircase. i feel exposed, everyone can see me here form the cafeteria. i hate this. stupid blue eyed boy.
I unzip my bag and grab my lunch, book and my mp3 out, I'm carefully to glare at the dude, that's his new assigned name from me. i plug my earphones and jam them into my ears listening to two fingers by Jake Bugg. its my way of venting my pathetic anger. i subtly itch my face using my middle fingers to do so just in case the dude is looking.
I start to fill my tummy with my tasty lunch and immerse myself into the hunger games once again, its getting really good. I feel my face turn from a frown to a smile, i cant help it i just love books. i look up to grab some crisps and see that people with the Friends, eating their lunches laughing. i really hate other people laughing. i makes my feel self conscious even though i know they have better things to laugh at than me.
I look down at by bag, once a white plain bag, now nearly black from the doodles i have drawn on it and covered with badges i have collected over the years.
I quickly stand up, and stride down the hall straight for the ladies toilet. i push open the door and go into an empty cubicle close and lock the door leaning my bag against it. I pull out my mp3 and continue listening to music alone with the company of that smell of toilets that don't seem to go away up my nostrils. i spend the rest of lunch in there, avoiding any contact with people. Here i don't have to be reminded of how lame i am, a loner, ugly, and just plain stupid.
Before i become even more pathetic i put my damaged wall back up, blocking any upsetting thoughts.
sorry really vague chapter, but i tried to introduce new characters apart from Florence. hope you like the chapter and the song on the side! once agian, any misstakes please tell me, thanks! s.s
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