Great, I got a month of detention. This is not good. I will never get to the garage on my board. Plus now I have to go into lessons late. As I leave the office and walk down the hall, I bump into Will. Literally. I end up on the floor while he doesn't move an inch.
"Oh God, sorry Tara, didn't see you. Hey how did it go with Bradley? I'm on my way to see him now. You put firecrackers in a teachers desk and suddenly your Mr Insane. They're probably gonna call my parents in, your so lucky your parents never get called in..."
Suddenly, images of mums body flash into my head. The blood, her screams joining with mine. Her final wish, which I failed to complete. I'm sorry mummy, I'm so sorry. I failed you. Forgive me please, mummy, I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
"Tara? TARA?!" Will shouts shaking me. The realization hits me, I'm not there really. I look into Will's eyes and instead of the frightened eleven year old, covered in blood, I see what he sees. An 18 year old girl, with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail which was falling out, her hazel eyes reflecting fear and innocence, with tears streaking her pale cheeks, curled up against a wall, in the middle of a hallway. Pathetic.
"Tara? What's wrong? I've never seen you like this before? Did Mr Gradley say something?" he crouches down in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. I just shake my head. "Well then something to do with your family then?" His eyes are full of concern and pity. I had never shown this side of me before, I never showed any emotions but happiness. I didn't deserve him to care about me. If he knew about my past, he wouldn't. But I can't tell him. I can't tell anyone. I'm no longer Maria. I'm Tara. "Tara, please tell me." His eyes, so full of care, I can't look anymore. I just hide my face behind my hands, and sob. He pulls me into a hug. "Shush, calm down, you don't have to talk about it, if their ill, they will get better." I pull back and look him in the eyes shaking my head. "If their mean to you, just tell someone." I shake my head again. "What is wrong then?" I take a deep breath
"Their not ill, their not mean to me, they were lovely, sure we had our fights but I loved them." I say, quietly.
"Loved?"
"Their dead."
He hasn't moved or said a word. It's been about a minute, and nothing. I burst into a fresh batch of sobs. I should never of told him.
"When?" he asks.
"7 years ago," He looks confused.
"But who came and enrolled you then?" How could I tell him why Henry enrolled me?
"A...friend...a family friend." In reality, Henry was one of the guards at the prison, who took pity on me. He was the one guard who believed my innocence, so when I was released he helped me move here, he found me a flat, got me a job at the garage with his cousin Gary, and enrolled me here. But I can't tell him that. No one can ever know about that.
"Miss Harrison, Mr. Fillipson, why are you not in class?" Mr. Gradley asks, coming out of the office. He stops when he takes note of my face, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Miss Harrison, 1 month of detention, is nothing to get upset about..." The idiot. He thought I was upset about that. A small tear runs down my cheek, as I shake my head.
"It's not that sir, just some memories about before I moved here." To stop the teachers asking any questions about why I had no history before a year ago, Henry made up a story about him finding me beaten almost to death and me having complete amnesia. They seemed to buy it. He also warned them that I could have memories return at anytime, as he noticed I kept having flashbacks.
"OH! Miss Harrison, erm Mr. Fillipson, can you please take Miss Harrison home, I don't think she should be alone at the moment."
"Sure Mr. Gradley." He says nodding. WHAT?! I give Mr Gradley a weird look. I've never been sent home before. True I have never had such a strong flashback, or one that caused me to break down like this. Not for 3 years.
"TARA?!" Huh what? "Man you were really out of it." Will says, clicking his fingers in my face. I smiled, Will was so weird. "Come on T lets get you home." He starts pulling me up.
"No, I'm ok, you don't have to miss your lessons for me, I'm fine." I say pulling out of his arms, falling back against the wall. Maybe I wasn't as ok as I thought.
"Nope, come on you can't board home in that condition, come on." And as quick as I can blink, I'm over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
"HEY!!! WHAT THE HELL!" I shout, its days like this I'm glad I always wear the boys uniform. The boys wear shorts, if I wore the girl's uniform, my skirt would not cover much. He just laughs and slaps me on the ass. HUH?! Why did Will do that? That's something a lad would do to a girl, and although I am a girl, the guys think of me as a dude, as they mistook me for one on my first day. I was wearing my glasses, I had cut my hair into a bob, added to the fact I was wearing the boys uniform, with a baggy school jumper, well you can see why. They had eventually, persuaded me to grow my hair out and get contacts. The heat was too much so I stopped wearing the jumper, showing my natural curves. But why would Will do that? Jeez, that boy is weird. Oh well. He puts me down as we get to his car. Man I love his car, it's beautiful. In truth I love motorbikes more, and would kill for one. Not really of course. But you know what I mean. His car was perfect though. He throws my board in the back and gets in starting the engine. Man I love that purr.
"T, you gonna stand there all day drooling at my car, or are you gonna get in?" He laughs. I can't believe this, but I blush. I NEVER blush. I must still be in shock from before...
"T...T...T?!" Everything starts going dizzy, and I fall into blackness.
