Monday morning came all too quickly, and with what seemed like next to no sleep all weekend, it was certainly going to be a long day ahead. I wonder why they don’t make weekends longer? I could settle for a four day week and I’m fairly sure everyone would agree with me. Imagine no more Monday mornings; the annoying alarm clock ringing in your ear or the rush of pupils filling the corridors in a mad frenzy to revise for that test they had forgotten about over the weekend; that would be perfect but unfortunately wasn’t the reality. This was prom week and what that would mean was that nothing about East Side High was going to be even remotely normal. Instead of the calm and chilled out atmosphere which usually filled the corridors, instead they were filled with swarms of screeching girls huddled in groups to announce their prom dates, while the boys went to outlandish gestures to get the girls attention in hope she’d be with them for that big day. It was madness!
I on the other hand, now found myself sitting between those four cold grey walls that were Mr Andrews history class, staring off into space unconcerned about the drama of prom dates. Truth of the matter was that the only girl who I truly wanted to go with had been already taken, and while there would no doubt be numerous dateless girls to settle on come Friday, none of them were Lily. I hadn’t heard from her since the mysterious message on Sunday morning, but I hoped she was ok now; besides I’d see her at lunch as usual I assumed.
Now I’m never one to judge a book by its cover, but you can tell instantly that your day is doomed when it begins with that dreaded double history class. Heck on the upside, it can only get better! The door shut with a boom as Mr Andrews arrived into the classroom in his usual manner of being 10 minutes late and never one to be on time. He reminded me of someone else, who just seconds later decided to make a somewhat unwelcoming clutter as he boomed into the room. Lucas.
“I was speaking to Principle Hammond…” Lucas began, only to find himself cut off my the hoarse tone of Mr Andrews drowning him out before he could continue.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses Poole, that’ll be an after school for you” he delightfully informed Lucas, who had now taken his seat next to me and ceased to care about anything that Mr Andrews was now saying as he went off into his rehearsed rant about ‘the importance of always being punctual’. Obviously it had never occurred to Mr Andrews of his hypocrisy on such matters but that never bothered him in the slightest, I think he enjoyed ruining what was left of our childhood. As it turns out Lucas hadn’t been talking to Principle Hammond at all, instead he had been too busy styling his hair to perfection in the bathroom to even hear the bell for class; typical.
As Mr Andrews began his boring discussion about Henry VIII and the terrible Tutors, I found my attention drawn away from him and the dull depressing lines of desks which crowded the dark room, and instead focused on the freedom which lay outside of the window. Only four metres away but yet it seemed so far. Anything was better that sitting on this hard wooden chair which was now causing my legs and indeed my brain to fall asleep, and so instead I pictured myself back as a child swinging from the tree I could see through the window. Although not technically a child, rather 14, when I started East Side High, it felt like a lifetime ago when Lucas, James and I had swung from that very tree on our first day here. Now, the energy appeared, for the most part, sucked from our bones, instead replaced by the burden of having to do well in finals and other pressures of life. Just once I wished I could go back to them carefree days; before the tests, before the pressures, before everything. In less than four months school would be a distant memory with College on the horizon. James, Lucas and I wouldn’t swing from a tree again or bunk off of detention to see a movie, instead we would be separated for the first time in our lives. It was a scary thought to say the least; I would miss them, I would miss Lily.
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Bromance
Teen FictionI’d known her for as long as I could remember. She was the first girl I can ever say I had a crush on; even back then there was something alluring about her that made her stand out from the crowd . We’d alway...
