Broken [RE-EDITED]

Chapter 17

"No I still think that spring is better than autumn,"

"No way! In autumn all the leaves change colours and fall and it's beautiful!" Exclaimed Iziah as he tried to persuade me that autumn was better.

We were on our way to school talking about one of the most random topics that we could think up, and so far we'd talked about all sorts of crazy things such as why camera lenses were circular if the pictures were square, "Iziah the small part inside the lens is square," I had said to him but he still remained confused. We also talked about what kind of chocolate was better, which we surprisingly agreed on without arguments. Milk chocolate if course. And now we were debating which season was better.

"But in spring the flowers bloom and the weather is hardly too cold or too hot, it's always nice weather," I argued back. We had been discussing this particular topic for quite a while now, he thought that autumn was better while I believed that spring was much nicer.

"You still havent told me what happened to your face," i said confused whike studying the large bruise on his jaw.

"Well i was running through my house, and i was in the hallway and i like tripped, and hit my jaw on a doornob."

We turned the corner and the school came into view. I had never really paid so much attention to it's appearance until now, but I started to take in it's every detail for what seemed like the first time.

It was quite large in size, and consisted of many large stone walls caked in dust, cracks, and moss between the intricate cravings along the pillars. The quaint cobblestone pathways with grass growing through every odd crack with the occasional dandelion peeking through. The giant oak trees lining the grounds, covered in ivy and surrounded by overgrown grass and wild flowers. The buildings made of dark old wood, falling away in places giving it somewhat of a cottage style. Some might say it looked worn down and needed renovation but to me it was beautiful. I could hardly believed the fact that I had never noticed just how beautiful it truly was. It probably had something to do with the fact that every other time I had walked through the giant black iron gates, I had been either scared, or have not wanted to be here. but now that I was with Iziah, I felt safe and at ease.

"I never realised how beautiful this all is," I said quietly, only loud enough so that he could hear. He stopped for a moment and looked around. His eyes seemed to be evaluating what was around him.

"You know what, it is quite nice actually." I smiled up at him and then continued to walk into the building to prepare for first class.

-------{Skip to end of Class}-------

After class was over I made my way over to where Iziah's class had just been. I waited patiently by the door for him to come out while fiddling with my watch.

I looked for his face among the students rushing to leave for lunch but I failed to see him anywhere. I started to worry when the teacher left the room locking the door behind him, and Iziah was still no where to be seen.

I walked up to his teacher and cautiously tapped him on the shoulder, "um excuse me Sir, I was just wondering where Iziah Matthews might be? He told me he was in your class, only, he isn't exactly here."

He fiddled with his glasses which were set on the end of his nose as he looked at me oddly. "I'm afraid Mr Matthews never showed up for class today Ms Blake," he said with a look if disappointment. I looked at him in utter shock, "but we walked to school together this morning and he walked in the direction of this class I don't understand why he wouldn't be here."

"I am sorry Ms Blake but there is nothing I can do, he must have 'skipped class' as you kids describe it, now I must be off." And with that, he left me standing alone in the corridor in utter confusion.
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[RE-EDITED]

What happened to Iziah? why didn't he show up to class this morning?

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