Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 3

Edited: 17/01/2020

"Alright everyone! I want your essays in for next lesson. Not that any of you will, but my door is always open if you need assistance however, please do not leave it until the day before. Class dismissed." I scribbled down the last few notes in my book frantically as the bell rang signalling the end of the day. I hadn't even realised everyone had already left until I closed my book and looked up as a fake cough broke through the silence.

"Do you not have a home to go to Mr Donnelly?" The teacher, Mr Scofield asked smiling down at me kindly as I shoved my pen back in my pencil case.

"Yes sir, sorry sir... I guess I'm a slow writer."

"Don't apologise lad it's nice to see someone actually taking the time to write down the notes I tell them to for once. How has your first week been then? I'd been informed you had some trouble at your last school." The silver haired man asked whilst leaning backwards onto the desk opposite mine casually.

I shuffled in my seat awkwardly, not sure how to answer but the history teacher was the first to take an interest in how I was doing so I decided to trust him for now. "Aye, I'll never be popular kid material but it's been good so far."

"Heard you had a run in with Anthony."

"Anthony sir?" My brows rose in a questioning look.

"McPartlin."

"Oh right him... yeah I didn't know his first name."

"I'm not surprised by that he doesn't seem to like people talking about him."

"Uhmmm sir actually about Mc-uh Anthony... uh... well Holly was saying that he's in this class and well there is only one seat free... and well it's next to me and uh well I guess I was just wondering if you know..." I paused hoping he would put two and two together and understand my request.

"I'm sorry, but I can't change your seat."

"Can't or won't? Please Sir! I-im new here and he's already almost killed me once!" I pleaded shamelessly but there was no way I was going to sit next to a lion and a particularly violent one at that.

"Declan you do not want me moving people around, it will only end badly for you. Trust me, you're the safest you can be right here."

"The statistics show otherwise." Mr Scofield grinned standing up to his full height as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

He led me to the door, holding it open and letting me through "Don't you worry son, as you've probably noticed he rarely makes it to the lessons and he's not a bad kid at heart." I had to laugh a little at that as I bid him good bye and started to walk down the corridor. How delusional was that guy?

What I saw on my way home definitely didn't support the teachers theory.

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I walked home slowly that day, I wasn't in a rush. It was a Monday so Dad wouldn't be back home from work till late which meant dinner would be later than usual. I kicked a stone along the tedious concrete pavement and ran a hand through my sandy brown hair, my gaze following the stone as it tumbled and bounced over the ground, completely consumed in my own little day dream.

VRRROOOOMMMM!!! I jumped at the deafening rev of an engine and fell painfully on my backside in my panic. I'd stumbled backwards over my own two feet, unable to hear anything over the ringing in my ears and the loud heavy beating of my heart. As my head cleared and I regained my senses I looked up across the road to see a group of 5 guys with motorbikes laughing cruelly in my direction, obviously finding my pain and panic hilarious. I got up slowly as my gaze landed on the one member of the gang that wasn't laughing, that was just puffing on a cigarette while cold emotionless dark blue eyes stared back at me.