"Chase!" I shout as I sprint after the brown haired high schooler. He turns, flahsing a smile. His black rimmed glasses shimmer in the early morning light. I shiver and wrap my coat tighter around me.
"Hey Lindsey." Chase replies as I catch up to him. "I was thinking, that your brother and I should go trash a house sometime."
"Wait, which brother?" I ask.
"Atticus. The cooler one." Chase says.
"Oh, yeah. But, you? Trashing houses? Not possible." I tease.
"Sure." Chase rolls his eyes.
"You wouldn't! You couldn't even take one of my French fries the other day because you thought it was rude! Even though I offered it." I laugh.
"Okay, I see your point." He turns so that he's walking backwards.
"So I win this argument?" I ask.
"Sure. Another point for Lindsey!"
We trot up the stairs of the high school and through the doors.
"Ahhh. The lovely smell of books and-"
"Suffering." Our favorite teacher says, walking past us.
Chase and I laugh.
"Good one Mrs. Lahr!" I call.
Chase and I grab our books and head to our first class. Science. Mrs. Smith explains biology and physics and all I do is write the important information in my notebook.
Chase sits 3 desks away. We have a secret language. Peace sign for "class is going good". Gun sign for "I totally killed this. Literally." And the okay sign for "I did okay today."
He gives me the peace sign and I give him the gun sign.
He nods.
The bell rings and Mrs. Smith shouts instructions,"Don't forget to work on your study guide for our test tomorrow! No excuses!"
Chase and I walk side by side.
"Wanna come over and work on the study guide with me?" I ask.
"Why not? See you at lunch?"
"Yeah. See ya." We both head to different classes. I have Mr. Murphy for math and he has Mrs. Helmer.
I walk into Mr. Murphy's class and sit at my desk, the very last desk. I sit my books on my desk, open my binder and get out my notebook.
Mr. Murphy begins hastily.
All I do is write down what he writes on the board. Unlike Chase, I hate math. I don't care about math. When have you ever seen anyone use algebra in the real world? Unless you get payed to do it.
Mr. Murphy goes on about measurements and different ratios while I sit and write down a few things from the board. Once the note taking is over, he says he wants us to study our previous assignments and get suited for our next test.
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When He Went
RandomChase and I have been friends since we were in preschool. I didn't think anything would change and nothing ever would. But, then one day, Chase didn't show up at school. So as I look back, I wish I would have said goodbye.
