Home is in Your Eyes
Author's Note: This takes place before Greyson Chance was famous.
Chapter 1
(Claire's POV)
"One more minute until the bell rings, and I can get out of this hell-hole." I thought.
God, I hated Math. It was one of the subjects that, no matter how hard I try to understand it, I just can't get it. And since it was the last subject of Fridays, it made the class more unbearable than it already was. Finally, the bell rang. I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly stood up, shoved all my books into my bag, and got out of the classroom as fast as I could. It was a miracle that none of the teachers gave us any home works due next week.
(Greyson's POV)
I was in Claire's room. I could see her lying down on her bed, frustrated at her phone. She threw it across the room and started screaming, her voice was barely audible, but she was really angry and she started crying. The only words I could make out from her were "You forgot about me, Grey-grey. You promised you wouldn't." Grey-grey, that was the name Claire used to call me when she was little. Why was she so upset and what did she mean that I forgot about her?
Suddenly, a voice boomed from out of nowhere. "Mr. Chance! Greyson!"
I quickly lifted my head, not realizing that I fell asleep during History. Ugh, it was that stupid Science project due today. "Did you enjoy your nap, Greyson?" Mrs. Brookes glared at me while the others snickered.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't get enough sleep last night finishing the Science project due today. It won't happen again." I promised. Mrs. Brookes rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Alright, Greyson. This is your first warning. The next time I catch you sleeping in class again, I'm going to have to give you detention." She said, crossing her arms. I nodded.
The bell rang, signaling that it was dismissal time already. I couldn't wait to see Claire, because I had an amazing idea and I couldn't wait to tell her. Where could she be right now?
(Claire's POV)
I headed towards the school fountain, which was located behind the school. Ever since the school opened the new cafeteria, people would rarely come to the fountain because all the kids would hang out in the cafeteria. I, on the other hand, went here after classes because it was the place one couldn't be bothered or judged. The fountain was a place where I felt free. I sat down by the fountain and took out my favorite Sherlock Holmes book and went to the page where I last left off. I was content. A good book to read, the sound of the trickling water from the fountain, the wind making the leaves rustle, and most of all, the silence.
But I started to wonder where Greyson was. He was my best friend ever since I could remember. In fact, thanks to him, I'm still here, alive.
