Something Different

Reference

"Cold. Thoughtful" I say

"You doing okay though?" He asks

"I'm not coming in tomorrow" I say

"Why not? Noah we need you in school" he says "we need those grades"

"I can't do it" I say "the frustration, the sadness, it's impossible for me to deal with"

"Noah, I'll be there to help you through it. I promise" Mr. Chase says whilst giving my arm a sympathetic rub "anyway, I'll see you in less than 5 minutes for history."

"How'd you get out" I ask curiously

"I needed printing" he says

I smile and walk back in, Mr. Banks doesn't even notice. The bell is soon to go which means I'm that one step closer to going home. I wonder if Taylor's mad at me, I'm not sure.

The bell rings and we all run out the class. I walk to history which is the other side of the school, a walk that contained effort in which I did not have. Once I had reached the class, I made my way to the back in the corner, it was my seat and I liked it.

"A lot of writing today. Noah, come give these sheets out, Ryan give out the folders and Nick could you hand out the paper?" Mr. Chase says as people walk in the room.

I was the last to go up and retrieve my given job. It was tiresome and I had just sat down

"All writing eh?" I say as I take the sheets off Mr. Chase

"Last thing on a Thursday, you guys know the drill" he exclaims and I smile a cheeky grin.

Once I had handed out the sheets, I make my way to the back of the class and take my seat once again. My phone buzzes and I take it out,

One New Message - Tay xx
You avoiding me?

I hesitate before replying

Not avoiding, I promise.

My phone buzzes again 10 minutes later

Promise? You want to come round after school? Charlie and I are having a relax. Feel free to join me, I mean us ;)

I smile and quickly type back

I'd love it. I'll meet you at your locker when the bell rings.

I start writing down the title and date when Mr. Chase comes over and places his hands on my desk

"Phone, away." He whispers

"I'm sorry." I say

"If I see it again, it goes on my desk. Okay?" Mr. Chase says

"Deal" I say

I carry on writing the notes down that are on the board then read the text book. History was the only subject that made sense to me, I understood english sometimes but other than those two I could not do much else. I sucked at maths and science was just a bunch of chemical reactions, I was okay at p.e when I decided to do it and drama was okay sometimes. Sometimes I felt like a failure and others I felt useless. It's what I was grown up being told, my mum died when I was three, my dad pushed her down the stairs in a drunken rage, he never got charged so he lived a free man. When I was 12 he started telling me that I was "useless." He threatened to hurt me if I ever took a step over the line, told me I was a "worthless piece of shit" and threatened me with knives whenever I was naughty. When I got to 14, he got put into prison and I got put into foster care, one of our neighbours called the police on the night he almost killed me. The strangest thing is that Mr. Chase knows everything, in detail. See Mr. Chases brother was the nurse who dealt with me on the night dad almost killed me, I was bruised and battered. I've never understood people like him, who feel the need to hurt people so they feel something. Now I'm 15 and a half and I'm stuck in a fucking hostel with anger issues. I'm just a scared little boy who constantly needs reassurance.

"Noah? You can pack up. The bells about to go." Mr. Chase says, I shake my head to shake away the thoughts and visualisations and look around me, everyone was stood by the door "were you thinking again?"

"Yeah, about the whole-" I say

"Yeah, I know." He says whilst grabbing my folder and putting it with the others. "I hope to see you tomorrow"

"You too sir." I say.

The bell rings and I make my way out of the class and go to Taylor's locker. Sure enough I find her and charlie stood there talking about their last lessons.

"The boy who lives" charlie exclaims

"I didn't get almost killed by voldemort" I say

"We do not speak of his name Noah!" Taylor says

"Sorry your honour, forgive me" I joke

"Ready to go?" I ask the girls

"Let's go" they say as we walk toward the door

"You know" I say as we approach the exit "were like the three musketeers"

"Are we?" Charlie asks

"Yeah, attractive and funny" Taylor says and we all burst out laughing

We make our way to the lane to Taylor's house laughing and joking whilst making film references. Taylor was worth being around.