Maybe it was the monotonous scratchings of hundreds of peers scribbling away their thoughts and ideas on tiny desks. Maybe it was how her pencil didn't want to sharpen itself, 'I mean facking hell how many times does the lead want to break' she muttered to herself. Time kept ticking and tocking it's way down to the halfway point, looking down at the examination paper covered in mad cartoonish drawings a mixture of doubt and pressure crept into her facial expression.
"Fuck this, shit" she growled standing up, grabbing her bag she made her way to the back entrance of the hall
"Ahem, Miss Gallaway would you kindly return to your seat and continue with the examination" a shrill voice reverberated agaisnt the echoed hall making a hundred and twenty adolescents gape at the rebellious teen. Not fucking likely she thought to herself as she continued walking to the exit. Pushing the fire escape doors open she was momentarily blinded by the midday sun walking to the bus stop she noticed a boy looking frightened standing next to the stop ignoring him she sat cross-legged on the ground rolling her rollie. For some reason rolling always seemed to calm her down, today was no exception sitting there speading her bacci on her rizzla she felt content and pretty darn peaceful.
A shadow moved in front of her, she lit up and looked above her the scared looking boy from her school was almost creeping in front of her, she normally would loudly say 'Piss off' but somthing stopped her.
"Hey," he softly said bending down, looking everywhere apart from her. "Can I have a b-burn of your fag?
She took a long drag, looked at him thoughtfully, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Joseph Greener, I'm your math partner we've sat together since year seven. . . " He searched her features to see if she recognised him, she didn't. "I once sprinted into you in year 9 between second and first peroid and acciendently knocked you over, you went to the headteachers office and told him that I pushed you purposefully and kicked you while you were on the floor. I received my first ever dentention because of that and when I asked you why you replied why. . .
"Not," she grinned and passed the fag to him motioning him to sit down, she watched him as he took a burn of her rollie, he started coughing hard and loud curious little wheezing noises were emanating from his chest. She silently took the fag off him, "You don't smoke" she asked tonelessly.
"No" he managed between hacking coughs. She pondered this while he gasped for air.
"Why did you ask for some then?"
"Isn't it obvious," she glanced at him, shrugged and looked away. "I'm not popular, and smoking will make me part of a crowd, I mean were you popular before you started smoking? No, and and even if my mum says that I won't be allowed to the library for a week I don't give a rats arse." The groans of the double decker were almost on top of them, standing up she walked towards the bus.
"Churchill Square, 7 don't be late Joe" the bus whisked her away, watching the bus fade into the distance Joe sighed and picked up his bag.
"Joseph Marie Greener is that smoke I smell on you? You know how I hate you walking past those unsightly hoodies that lean on the fence smoking mayfair and listening to poop on their over-priced phones. Joseph I am still talking to you, look at me, that's better give your mother a kiss. Muah!" Muttering Joe made a beeline for the stairs. "What's that Joseph, nothing? Well I heard a noise coming from your lips. . . Oh Joseph
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