Chapter 1: The day They met
The scruffy white boy slumped in his chair, his palms sweaty and red. Late once again. The teacher was telling him off but he didn't care, he had his eyes fixed on this girl. He smiled, he felt like his face had just melted and suddenly he went very red. Now hidden behind a book, he slumped his head on the table.
The warm air wafted through the windows towards him, it was nice weather for June time he thought while laying there. It was quite a pleasant morning, with cooler breezes and warm air wafting around.
George jerked his head up suddenly, someone came through the door, they were later than him. His hair was dirty blonde and his face pale: freckles littered his face,nice pearly teeth could be seen when he smiled and he wore a green hoodie, not neon green but a vibrant green.
He gave off a cheerful vibe and George didn't like that, he was a private boy. Never really opened up to everyone, or anymore for that matter. Most saw him as the small boy who sits alone, occasionally he sits with Wilbur, but very rarely now.
The boy came and sat down next to him "I'm Clay" Clay said with his arm held out. George ignored this and looked back down at the table. Clay was now fidgeting with a pen, he looked uncomfortable in his seat and was hurt by the boys action. George now had his eyes on the girl in front, his cheeks felt hot and flustered "Do you like her" the voice next to him began "Shes really pretty, what's her name?…What's your name?" George was now looking Clay in the face, "I'm George." He said bluntly, before turning to look at the girl again. "Well it's nice to meet you George" Clay began, but as he was about to say something else the bell rang and he went to leave
Clay was a tall boy, when standing he looked way taller than he made himself out to be. George looked up at him as he left the room before packing his things up, he had a strange feeling in his stomach a warm feeling? George brushed it off, he didn't care about anyone and didn't need any friends. 'Friends were just trouble' that was a quote he loved to repeat in his head. He left the room and began to walk down the hallway, brushing his fingers off the lockers -pain chipping off as he did so.
The heat was really starting to get to him, he stretched out his collar, sweat was pouring from his head and his body felt stiff as he clutched his bag. Everything felt funny, he could smell Alot more, the dry smell around, the paint and saw dust coming from classes. His head was spinning, not happy thoughts, bad thoughts and his vision became blurred. All he could see was a rough outline of a boy in a hoodie, suddenly he fell to the ground, his vision now black and his palms glued to the floor, a ringing noise could be heard in his head and he began to spin. He had collapsed.
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