Lorry's Story

Chapter 7

*The next day at school*

Lorry was on her way towards her locker. She struggled to find her key inside her bag but somehow she managed to get the little piece of metal for like three minutes after.

When she opened her locker, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a small folded piece of paper in front of her.

She opened the paper and read the message inside it.

Let's start the project. Saturday. Your place ;) xx

-Charles

Charles? She was thinking why didn't he just say it personally instead of wasting his time writing. And where is he anyway?

She haven't seen him all day in school today. And she's been pretty busy to notice him either. So where the hell is he?

She just shrugged at the thought of it and put the material inside her bag and started to get her things for the next subject.

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"Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag,

I'm not gonna move

Got some, words on cardboard.

Got your picture in my hand saying,

If you see this girl can you tell her where I am.

Some try to hand me money but they don't understand

I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man

I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?

How can I move on when I'm still inlove with you...

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be

Thinking maybe you come back into the place that we've meet

And you'll see me waiting for you, on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving...

I'M NOT MOVIIIIIIIIIIING, YEAH!"

She was now listening to The Script-again- while lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

Lorry was supposed to do all her homeworks and other activities but she found her phone so tempting that she reached for it under her pillow and started checking on facebook and twitter.

I deserve some rest. She thought while scrolling through her feeds. Though she hasn't finished any of her paperworks, she decided to do it later in the evening, considering that it was only 5:30 in the afternoon.

She was rummaging through her facebook feeds when suddenly a little red square popped up in the corner of her display.

She tapped the button only to see that Charles had sent her a friend request.

Her eyes widened as she clicked his name that lead her to his facebook page. She scrolled through his wall, posts to posts, pictures to pictures.

She saw a picture of him with his southridge friends, all arms on each other's shoulder.

The other one is him with his family-or that's what she think they are to him because it looks like it.

But there's this one picture that caught her eye.