I sniffed, trying to stop crying. My best friend had just decided that after 3 ½ years of friendship we were no longer friends.
"Mari? What's the matter?" Madi, my other best friend appeared as I wandered towards my tutor group room. "Apparently, I am possessive and demanding! It's not true. Lauren is no longer my friend by no choice of my own." I ranted, Madi looked sympathetic.
"It's her loss. She's an idiot. Same advice as you gave me three years ago, remember?" Madi smiled. I rememembered that. Madi's ex friends were spreading rumours about her and I comforted her. It had lead to a brilliant friendship.
"Girls. Come on. You're going to be late!" Mrs Leon, our tutor, walked past. We hurried after her.
Walking into our tutor room, I saw Lauren laughing on Charlie Charmian's table. Charlie Charmian? Really? She's an evil bitch! More tears came to my eyes and I sniffed again. Nate Grey, the hottest boy in our year, was sitting there too but he wasn't laughing, in fact he looked disgusted.
I sat down and conversed with Madi when a note landed in my lap. Meet me in the hedge garden It read, there was no signature. Odd.
The next two periods dragged for a bit but finally ended. I ran straight to the hedge garden. It's where four hedges intersect in the school gardens and they form a little secluded garden.
Sitting there was Nate. His chestnut brown curls shone in the sun. He was playing a gold guitar. I moved forward, not noticing the rock until it was too late. I tripped, landing hard on my left arm, sending pain shooting up my arm. "Ow!" I let out. Nate's head shot round fast. "Mariessa? Are you okay?" His voice was, strangely enough, full of concern.
I tried to get up but my arm failed me. "I fell on my arm and now I can't get up!" I told him. "Sorted easy enough!" He answered. Before I could ask, he had picked me up gently and was carrying me towards the first aid room. Where my mother was. Oh God.
"Mrs Newman? Mariessa here tripped and hurt her arm pretty bad!" Nate announced our arrival.
"Mariessa? Mariessa, baby, did you get pushed again?" My mum switched into mother mode. Nate looked confused.
"No, mum. I was watching Nate play his guitar and I tripped over a rock!" I replied quickly. Nate's confusion eased. My mum looked at my arm. "You've dislocated your elbow." She diagnosed. POP! My arm felt like it was on fire. "OW! What the hell did you do?" I shouted. I felt Nate put his arms around me and he whispered in my ear "Hey, Hey. There's no need for that. She put your elbow back into its joint."
"So, are you Mari's boyfriend?" My mum had that slightly sly look on her face which only meant one thing. She was matchmaking. This couldn't end well.
"No, Mrs Newman. Oh, shoot. We're late." Nate had glanced at the clock as he spoke.
"I can't write! I'm left handed!" I waved my new sling around. "Nate can write for you. I'll write a note." My mother decided. Great.
"Yeah, sure. I can do that. I'm in her top set classes too."
"Bye, Mum! See ya!" I waved, leaving the room. I chuckled hearing my mum's "Wouldn't wanna be ya!" return.
"I wonder who I was supposed to meet?" I thought aloud. "Wait. No-one else was there except you. Was I supposed to meet you?" I looked up at Nate who just smiled. We walked, laughing and joking to our S.E. lesson.
"Well, guys, we're doing our marriage project for a month now but we already chose our partners so you two are now newlyweds!" Mr Grey called to us.
"Mr Gray, Nate can go with me and Regan can go with Mariessa!" Charlie called, saying my name like it was an infectious disease.
"No, Charlie. Nathaniel and Mariessa are going together. She's not an infectious disease so don't say her name like it's an infectious disease's name!" Mr Gray scolded. In case you're wondering, Mr Gray is Nate's dad.
"It's fine by me!" Nate agreed at the same time as me. We laughed taking seats together.
For the rest of the lesson, we picked jobs. Nate was a rock star in a band and I was a detective. It was hilarious when Charlie got her job. She was a garbage collector.
Two hours later
"Bye, Natey!" I laughed at his face. "Bye, Marie!" he cried. I cringed and he started laughing. I walked off through the skate park. Some skateboarders surrounded me. They grabbed me and started trying to rip my clothes off. "No! No! Stop it! Get off me!" I screamed. They didn't stop. "Let go! No! Please, No!" They had managed to get my shirt off and my gold chain necklace glinted in the sun. One of them grabbed it, wrenching it from my neck and it broke. I started sobbing. It was my grandmother's and she gave it to me two hours before she died.