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c h a p t e r 2

One year.

One year.

Since they had left. And I was desperate.

So was James

James Amoroso was one of my best friends and he was the only one that lived within driving distance. James was the fun to be with, "cool" friend. I was none of that.

As we walked to school like always James desperately tried to fix his hair while muttering "why the hair, why the hair"

"It's a disaster, it's horrific!"

"What's the matter mate?"

"The hair Sam, the hair!"

"What's with the hair?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. That was my specialty.

"She messed up my entire hairdo! I look like you!"

"Blimey thank you"

We almost got through the entire day of school without getting any detentions. James and I were known as the school pranksters, you see. I was the brain and he executed them. I got away with everything most of the time since most of the teachers seemed to like me. James on the other hand.....

In history I suddenly felt someone poking me. I looked up to my left and indeed saw James with a pencil in his hand.

"Do you reckon they'll forget about us?" What James didn't know is that that question feared me greatly

"I sure hope not." I muttered.

Poppy, Grace and Alex moved from London to Amsterdam last year.

Poppy's dad wanted her to live closer to him, he was Dutch but moved to England for Poppy's mum

Alex and Grace came up with a plan so we could go with her. It was bloody mental but actually worked. For Alex and Grace. Alex, Grace and I all got a scholarship to the school Poppy would go to. James didn't get in but was still very supportive of us. He was never quite the scholar, he was very intelligent though and liked to use that intelligence in other ways. Alex and Grace went, but my mum wouldn't let me go.

And just like that Alex,Grace and Poppy were in Amsterdam having the time of their lives.

While James and I were stuck in London with Madam Rodgers our unbelievably stupid headmistress.