- Friend from the grave -

Chapter 1: "Am i hungover?"

Information before reading:

- This idea was from a dream I had and extended ideas I've had, so please do not steal or copyright any of this book 📖 I put a lot of effort into this and I can't wait to finish it.

- This book is for mature audiences as it has some swearing in it, so if you do not like swearing please refrain from reading.

- please give me as much feedback on how you like it and any theories or anything I'll love to hear your opinions in which can help me improve my stories on wattpad.

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Get to know the main Character beforehand:

First name : Mickey
Last name : Hills
Hair colour : Black or dark brown
Eye colour: Blue or brown
Sexuality : Bisexual
Popular- has so many friends / everyone likes him
Loves to have parties at his big house
Bit wild and outgoing
Think of Steve from stranger things with a mix of harry from the society.

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I wake up with no idea where I could be. It's dark and small. I feel my way around the walls, hoping I'll find a light switch. When I finally do, I put pressure on the switch and turn the light on. With the addition of the light, I realised that this was the janitor's closet.
"Why the hell am I in a janitor's closet? Am I hungover?" I look at the clock on the wall. It's only 10:37 am, so it's school time but I missed first and second period.
"Oh well," I walk out the door just like a zombie but not crazy ones, the ones who can't be fu***d to do anything. While I'm walking out, I see the principal heading in my direction.
"Oh shit."
If he sees me, I'm dead meat. My mum's gonna cook me for breakfast when she realises I've missed classes (she can be strict). I stand right in front of him and start to mutter some kind of excuse but he ignores me.
"How fucking rude," I say under my breath as he walks closer and closer to me, appearing to still be ignorant to my presence. And then suddenly he's walking straight, "Through me!"
I stand in sudden shock. Slightly confused but a little tired, I begin to blame this all on how I'm hungover from the party last night.
"It was wild," I say to myself.

I decide to walk through the corridor to look for any of my friends so they can help me figure out what is happening. I walk closer to the class in which I always have English in with Mr Neilson - His a 50 year old man who doesn't have anything better to do and complains all the time so basically we learn nothing and I honestly don't have a problem with that cause I hate English.

I place my face next to window and look through to see if I can spot anyone who I like/tolerate. I suddenly see Alex. He's my friend from my primary school and ever since we have stayed together through everything. Once I get into the English class, I expect Mr Neilson to complain about how I'm late and why I'm late, but he keeps talking to the class while I walk in. I race to Alex and start to ramble with words trying to explain why I've missed first class and that I'm so hungover and also the part that I feel like I'm dying.
It tell him everything and nothing! Alex doesn't reply. He turns his head and waves to someone else as they walk into the classroom. "I'm so confused right now," I mutter. He just ignored me. "What's up his ass today?" I shrug.
Leaving the classroom after that, I decide to keep walking, to continue trying to find someone that might actually listen to me, when the school bell rings. "I guess it's next class." I grab out my phone and check what class I have now. "Ugh, science. Really?" I signed with annoyance in my voice.

I come to an agreement with myself to just go to science class, even though I'm dreading it, as I need to know why I'm feeling like this. I start to head to science class which is located in the E side of the school, and when I arrive I line up behind everyone. I look at them but everyone is busy talking, and I'm hungover so I guess I don't need to have a big conversation with everyone.

When the teacher arrives, he lets us all in and I walk in straight to my normal seat at the back. Mr Collins starts to do the name roll and I sit back while waiting for my name to be called. After a while my name gets called and I reply with, "I'm here," my fatigue and annoyance weighing down on my voice. Everyone is silent, nobody is looking at each other.
"I'm guessing Mickey is sick today?" Mr Collins asks the students.
"It's probably 'cause of that wild party he had last night," one girl muttered to her friend. She didn't look familiar, probably because I was half asleep.
"Mickey probably got wasted so he's chucking a sicky," her friend replied.
"I am here!" I call out angrily
"That's enough girls," Mr Collins scolded. "Let's get to work."
I think to myself, "What could possibly be going on?"

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Writer:
H . M COOK