An extraordinary story also known as my life

October 1st 1997

Chapter 5

(A/N: If you look at the title of this chapter you can see that this is about two years later)

My history lesson was going to start in five minutes. I was sitting in the classroom next to Lily, waiting for my teacher, mr Johnson, to come and start the lesson.

I wasn't feeling very well today. Before class, I had found a couple of messages in my locker from the mean people. It had been small pieces of paper with words on them. And the words weren't very nice. I didn't know why this bothered me so much. Writing mean notes and putting them in my locker was in no way the worst thing the mean people had done. Usually they did things like stealing my clothes, destroying my school books or spreading rumors about me, but seeing the words on the notes felt so much worse. I had never known that words could hurt, but now I knew.

Words hurt more than actions ever will.

I hadn't told Lily about the notes, but because she was my best friend, she could obviously see that I wasn't okay.

"Marcus? What are you thinking about? Are you okay?" She asked, worried. "Sorry, stupid question, I can see that you're not, what's going on?"

"Nothing." I answered, not wanting to talk about it.

I could tell that she wanted to say something more, but just as she was about to, mr Johnson walked into the classroom and the lesson began.

I didn't pay attention, not at all. The words on the notes was all I could think about and the more I thought about them, the more I started to believe them.

Ugly

Stupid

Worthless

Weird

Disgusting

Idiot

Maybe the were all true. Maybe I was worthless, ugly, stupid and disgusting. The thoughts started to become too much and I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes. I had to get out of the classroom.

"Psst! Marcus?" Lily whispered and I looked at her. "You okay?"

I shook my head.

"Do you need to get out of here?" she asked.

Sometimes I wondered if she could read my mind.

I nodded.

"Do you have some ketchup?"

Wait, what? Ketchup? Why did she need ketchup?

I shook my head, giving her a confused look.

"Nevermind, I'll fix it," she whispered.

Lily suddenly picked up her history book, which was on the table right in front of her, and slammed her face right into it.

What the..?

"OUCH!" she screamed and the whole class turned around to look at her and her bleeding nose.

"Ehm, excuse me mr Johnson, but I think I might have accidentally... ehm... slammed my face in the table and... ehm... my nose is bleeding," she said, making it very hard for me to contain my laughter. "Could I please get to go to the bathroom and get some paper?"

"Yes, of course! Do you want some help? You can go to the school nurse if you want to," mr Johnson said.

He was a nice teacher, not the brightest one, but nice. Most teachers would probably have questioned the probability of someone accidentally slamming their face in the table.

"No, no. It's fine. Can Marcus help me though?" she asked, innocently.

"Absolutely, you two can go, it's okay."

"Thank you so much," we both said as we exited the classroom.

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"Lily, are you completely insane?" I asked as soon as we got out of the school, we had only stopped to get some paper from the bathroom for Lily's nose.

"Insane? Is that you're way of thanking me for getting you out of that extremely boring lesson?"

"No, but you can't just slam your face into a book!"

"Why not? I'll be fine."

Sometimes I didn't understand her at all. We kept walking until we got to Lily's house. We stayed outside, on her backyard, in case her dad would be home. We sat down on the lawn and no one said something for a couple of minutes. She was, as usual, the one to break the silence.

"Are you going to tell me what bothered you before?" she said, looking at me seriously.

"I don't wanna talk about it.." I mumbled.

"Okay. Did you see that ridiculous shirt mr Johnson was wearing today?"

"What? Are we going to talk about a shirt?" I was a bit confused by the sudden change of subjects.

"Well, you don't want to talk about what bothered you and I'm not going to just sit here in an awkward silence, so yes, we're talking about shirts," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Fine, let's discuss shirts. What did it look like?" I asked, laughing a bit.

"Oh, you didn't see it? It was horrible. It had an ugly green color, kinda like vomit, with yellow dots! Ew, promise me you won't ever wear shirts like that when you grow up," she looked at me with a serious face.

We were actually having a serious conversation... about shirts.

"If you're still my friend when I grow up, I'm pretty sure you won't let me."

"If I'm still your friend? Of course I will still be your friend! We will always be friends!!"

"Yes of course we will," I said. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Me neither," she smiled. "Without you, I mean, not without me. Although I'm not exactly sure what I would do without me either, I'm pretty fantastic."

We both laughed.

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Author's note:

This story reached 100 reads today!!! THANK YOU, that's incredible!!

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