I'll Be There

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I brushed those thoughts from the corridoor away and made my way to first period.

History. Great. Im all for anything maths, english even geography! But hand me some history and i'll tell you to get nicked. In other words, I despise it.

But being the good student I am most of the time, I put a little bit of effort into it. I mean, its not like one little nap would hurt. In a way, im giving my brain time to rest so it can really get pumping in the good classes to come.

*6 pages of history notes later*

What felt like 60 seconds was obviously 60 minutes as I was awoken by a detention slip being slammed onto my desk.

Some teachers have no respect for the tired teenage mind.

I jammed the slip into my back pocket and sprinted out of class and down the hall to next period. Gym. Now thats more like it. A class where you can take out all of your anger on people that you hate, and no teacher can do a damn thing about it.

I slipped into my gym gear and headed onto the court where we were playing girls basketball. I looked around the gym and noticed that it had two stories.

Squinting my eyes, I could only just make out the outline of a punching bag so obviously the upper story was a gym. I wonder where the jocks hang out all day then.

One hour later, 2 jarred fingers, one toilet break, and 3 winning games down, gym was over.

Finally food time.

After getting changed back into uniform and making my self look socially accpetable, I grabbed my lunch and sat down on the grass Just like everybody else.

There wasnt much to Bankstwon, which was the beauty about it. It was so beautifully simplistic and full of nature - which is why I love it. Every other town that I lived in was like an urban jungle. You'd have to walk a mile before you could even reach a patch of grass. Whereas here, you cant escape it.

I looked around the oval where everyone else was sitting, only to lock eyes with the same odd boy from the hallway. This time, I got a better look at him.

He had the most amazing skin and beauriful brown eyes. He had a lip piercing and his eyebrow done aswell. His tattoo on his neck was somewhat beautiful, coloured with mesmorising red and black ink.

Something came over me and I had to look away. I felt like hitting myself for being so stupid. This boy wasnt in just some stupid little group? He was obviously the "bad boy". The boy that would "hook up" up with 5 different girls a night boy. Trouble.

Infact he probably wasnt even looking at me. If im completely honest there was a slurpee machine behind me? What kind of teenage boy isnt interested in a slurpee?

But there was something beautiful about him that made me want to know all of his secrets and every little thought that went on in that head of his. And i needed to know.

I was snapped out of my train of thought.

"Hey im Molli, I noticed you were all alone? Thought I'd keep you company"