It's Just Living | c.h

15- Move

Slumping my bag on the back bar of the table I hit the chair beneath me with a loud thud and take off my coat. The teacher starts talking but my mind is distracted by my thoughts. Thoughts about 'the boy'. What is he doing now? When will I see him again? Why do I even miss him?

The screeching of the bell awakes me from my thoughts shaking my body to move out the way before a stampede of students barge past me. Exciting.

Walking out of the room leads me to a corridor of shouting, rushing students and pain!

Before I can even take one step a boy with a black hoodie and black jeans pushes past me elbowing me in the stomach. Frustrated, I storm past the rest of the school and follow the horrific boy. He turns into a classroom with hundreds of lockers and old pe kits that seem to be abandoned. When I reach the classroom no one is in there apart from the mysterious boy I met 5 minutes ago.

He was at, what I'm assuming, his locker putting something inside it. Striding towards him I get right behind him without him noticing. This gave me time to look him over, he was tall, very tall. He would tower over me and I'm quite tall!

His trainers looked old but had no dirt on them, his jeans are worn and his hoodie covers his hair and head. Mystery boy you don't scare me.

"Um excuse me?" He turns around to look at who said that, "eer, you pushed me."

"And what? Move freak." Again he pushes past me knocking me to the floor.

That voice, deep and not too croaky. His face was dull but had spectacular blue eyes. He reminds me of someone... But who?

Gathering my things for a second time today I walk to my next class.

*later that night*

Staring up at my ceiling above my bed, I never noticed the large crack that creeps along the chipped paint.

My mind wonders to the locker room today, who was that? How did I recognise him?

I think back to the boy in the cupboard and that's when I realise.

The cupboard boy goes to my school.

I need to find him.