The life we never lived

☁Chapter 1: Hello Bla

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Hello Bla

"Why can't Gandalf just be gay with Dumbledore? I mean how rocking would that be?" Jordan said, throwing another one of this random thoughts out his mouth and directly to my ears.

I glanced up at the ecstatic teenager with wild african hair springing up his head, chocolate brown eyes piercing at me as though they were hungry for my response. But that's when I took in his clothes before I burst into laughter at his hypothesis. His t-shirt read, "Don't read this shirt." spread across in white with a picture of a grinning Voldemort at the bottom.

Sometimes I really question the mysterious store this boy goes loitering around because this was officially at the top of my list of his weird closet mash up. Jordan has been my best friend since we entered 9th grade and I couldn't think a single moment he's let me down (unless you consider that time he ditched me at the movies to go for an all-you-can-eat buffet).

The bell rang signally us to begin moving to class. Sounds of groans filled the room as we all began to move our bodies to channel ourselves to the different classrooms.

     Lucky for me, I had history so I wasn't that annoyed to start of my day with a lesson - but then again, isn't that how all schools start? Picking my bag up and throwing Jordan a wave, secretly giving his Voldemort as well, i began to saunter upstairs along with the other students.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Luke Hunters, who was one of those kids you didn't understand was in school; spotting him slowly sliding out a pill out of his pocket and gulping it down for its powers to work. His tattoos ran across his arms and I'm surprised the school stopped bothering him over them.

As soon we had all diffused into the room and settled in, the thought hit me across the face. I forgot my exercise book in my locker. My mind quickly went to a frenzy of all the decisions I could save myself until I came to the conclusion that I could simply just ask the teacher.

It was as if on cue that the shabby looking teacher came ambling in, his usual bored expression still glued to his face for the past 3 years. I got up and slowly walked his way as he was about to write the topic on the whiteboard.

"Excuse me... Mr Robinson?" I said, shyly.

"Yes?" he responded, turning his head my way to reveal sleeping bags hanging underneath his eyes.

Those bags are probably gucci 'cause I've seen what kind of car you drive.

"Umm..." I began, silently praying that he doesn't get mad, "I kind of... forgot my books in my locker."

A sigh escaped his mouth which made me grimace at his choice of breakfast before he said, "I'm giving you 5 minutes."

I turned on my heel as I acknowledge the number of eyes that were probably watching me like a Game of Thrones episode.

I get that I'm highlighting your history lesson but damn.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I dashed towards my locker, knowing full well that my attire, fortunately,  was favourable for such an activity - I wore a white skirt which had small prints at the bottom, a plain grey shirt and converse.

When I finally reached at the bottom to take the turn to the dark blue lockers glued onto the walls for who-knows how long, I felt my body collide with an unknown. Shock hormones went racing across my body as I remembered my fragile body and felt myself fall down to make yet another collision with the floor.

"Ouch, seriously?" I barked annoyingly, rubbing my butt in the process as I looked up at the culprit.

"Sorry." He said, emotionlessly before offering me a hand.

Throwing my hair back and taking his hand, I felt something odd. He had this familiar aura wafting out of him from the touch of his hand. My brain wanted more information so my head tilted up to see a gaze that was already on mine. He had blue eyes that I could see fierce ocean waves crashing onto shore with slightly pale skin; the brown hair that run across his head looked effortlessly done.

Before I finished examining him, my mind still trying to remember where I've seen him before, I remembered that I still had my hands in his.

I felt like it was my cue to remove my hand from a strangers hands, before his eyes widened with recognition and gripped my hands even tighter before pulling me along to the school exit. Panic washed through me before i took the obvious root to fight rather than flight.

"Just come with me a second, Bla." he said, purposely pressing to the last word as though hinting something.

And he was hinting me something as memories of childhood came splashing on like the waves in his eyes. And suddenly, it was all replaced with roaring anger that ignited inside me.

       I ripped my hand out of his, making him turn with a shocked expression; it was as though anger fueled my inner strength too but I had no time to take that into mind.

"Charlie?" I questioned angrily, the atmosphere speeding into an intensified one.

No response.

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?" I spat even angrier than before. I remembered to lower my voice because the principal's office was not far from where we were.

Seeing that he had no intentions on replying to any of my questions, I turned on my heel and dashed back to class, completely throwing the reason I exited the classroom out the window.

I felt tears slowly creeping out but I swallowed them back in before opening the door and crossing Mr Robinson.

"Where are your books, Miss Anderson?" Mr Robinson questioned.

"Looks like I forgot them at home." I said icily.

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Author's note;

Was actually at the point of deleting this book but deciding to give it another chance and polish this up. THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS REWRITTEN.

Hope you enjoy it :)

-Terrie