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MITCHIE'S P.O.V
Great! First day of school, joy! Not.
As I walked to my locker I passed my two best friends Caitlyn and Sierra, who then ran over to me.
"Mitchie! OMG! Why didn't you tell me you were back?"
"We could have gone shopping! And we could have gone for that spa day…"
"OMG! Yeah, and got our nails done!"
"Yeah, I want mine green…"
"Ohh, no I want mine blue…"
"How about, blue and green?"
"Yes! Awesome!"
"Guys!" I screamed. They turned to look at me, and realised that they had started rambling,
"Sorry," they both mumbled,
"Look, guys I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was busy…"
"Doing what?"
"Uhh…my grandma is in hospital," they nodded, and sent me apologetic grins. I decided not to tell them about the whole Shane Gray fiasco until we were in a place where it didn't matter if they screamed it out loud.
"Anyway, girl we'll see you at lunch, education time!"
"Jee, thank you for reminding me Cait!" Caitlyn and Sierra laughed,
"Come on, let's go!" Sierra called, already halfway down the hall. I laughed, shut my locker and ran up to catch Sierra and Caitlyn.
Yeah, it may be the first day of school after the summer, but I was sure glad I had my friends here.
SHANE'S P.O.V
Okay…clothes…check. Hair products…double check. Money…duh. Phone…never leave without it. Camera…oh…nope. Oh well I'll use the one on my phone.
Hoping Nate wouldn't hear me leave, so I could actually get out of the apartment with no trouble, I slowly turned the door handle, opened the door a fraction and stuck my head out. The coast was clear. Well, apart from Jason, asleep on the couch. I took a massive step back, in a flash I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the apartment. As soon as I has closed the door with the 'thwak' noise it also made, I realised I hadn't packed my keys.
Oh well, I'll live, I recollected in my mind, as I jumped into the lift, going straight down to the ground floor.
This was definitely going to be a trip to remember.
MITCHIE'S P.O.V
I was sitting in my fourth lesson, the last lesson before lunch. I was seated next to some shy girl that nobody talked to. I don't know why nobody talked to her; she must feel really lonely…
The teacher started to ramble on about something history related, while I started daydreaming about…things. Okay, iw as daydreaming about Shane. Why hadn't he replied to my postcard? He always replies.
I started to remember our adventures from when he was here for a week. One day, it was really sunny, so we went to the park, and this little boy came up to us and said,
"Miss. Torres!" Huh? He didn't say 'Miss. Torres'.
"Excuse me Miss. Torres!" I was suddenly shook out of my stupor,
"Yes, sir?"
"Were you listening?"
"Of course, sir,"
"Okay, so what was I talking about?"
"History sir,"
"What part of history?"
"The Tudors?"
"No, I'll ask you a question about it. What started in 1913?"
"Umm…" I trailed off, I was being pressured, my mind doesn't think straight when I'm being pressured,
"Umm…?"
"Umm…the slave trade started?"
"Wrong, , it was when World War One started, detention for not paying attention in class," I sat back in my seat, flabbergast. Detention. Detention. Detention. I, Mitchie Torres, whom has never been in detention, have a detention. Wow.
There was sharp knock on the door. It was Mrs Jacobs, she worked in the office.
'Can I have Mitchie Torres please?' I stood quickly, confused but relieved to get out of here.
'Don't think these will get you out of detention Miss Torres!' Sir boomed at me, but I was already fleeing the room.
'What is it Miss?' I asked.
'I think it's better to tell you when you get to the office. Your parents are coming to collect you.'
'Oh God, what have I done.' I muttered under my breath.
Mrs Jacobs just looked at me with no expression, not giving anything away.
We reached Principal Wallace's office, I prepared myself for two detentions in one day.
I was about to knock on the door but it was ripped open by my mom.
'Mom! What's going on?' She had tear and make up stains all down her face.
Mom just shook her head, like she couldn't speak.
It suddenly hit me. What if this was to do with Shane? It couldn't be. Could it?
'Mom, Dad, I can explain everything.' Dad looked at me with a confused expression.
'Oh Mitch.' Mum started to cry again. 'Grandma's not well at all.'
I dropped suddenly into a chair. I went into shock mode. I couldn't summon up the strength to speak. My mouth just opened and closed with no sound.
'Your mom's going to the hospital tonight and she's going to stay over and us two will stay at home. We think it's best if you carry on as normal and go to school.'
This made me speak! 'No! I have to go see her!'
'No Mitch. She wouldn't want you to get upset.' Mum said, not even looking me in the eye.
'But-' Dad stopped me and gave me one of those looks.
It was only then, I realized that Principal Wallace and Mrs. Jacobs were still there.
'Er, yes Megan, as you parents wish, you should go back to class.' My Principal said.
'It's Mitchie!' He always got my name wrong!
I glumly walked back to class, a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feeling of fear.
I walked along the hall, up the flight of stairs, and got to room 204, pushed down on the handle, it only went down half way. What was going? Then I realised that I had been in such a trance I was oblivious to the bell, sounding lunch time! My bag was in there! Why hadn't I had the sense to take it with me? I slumped against the door as a wave of nausea came over me.
'Mitchie?' It was his voice. It was him.
'Mitchie?' I felt a hand on my shoulder. 'Mitchie are you okay?' It was him. It was. He had come to find me.
'Mitchie?'
I sunk to the floor. He was still calling me. 'Mitchie?' I tried to get up but my legs buckled beneath me.
'Mitchie. Let's get you to the nurse, c'mon.' There was gentle but firm hands pulling me up.
Staring me in the face, looking concerned was Miss Hall, my English teacher.
'Mitchie, are you okay?'
'I-I'm fine Miss, honest!'
'Mitchie!' She called after me as I ran away.
I ran, pushing people out the way, I shook my head as I thought I saw him in front of my eyes.
I got to the toilets; pushed open the door, causing such a noise, people stopped gossiping and stared at me as I flew in the door.
I went into one of the cubicles and sat on the closed toilet seat and sat silently, as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
SHANE'S P.O.V
I had gotten out of the apartment with causing a stir! It felt so great knowing that I was getting there. To see her. Mitchie.
I took endless taxis forking out a fortune- but it was worth it.
I tried to keep a low profile but it was too hard. People kept spotting me!
'SHANE!' God, they're high pitched screams still made my ears ring.
But, know I had to concentrate on getting to her.
The day I found her song book, I copied down the two addresses. Today I've been following her home address. Giving numerous taxi drivers the address. Darting from taxi to taxi, asking them to hurry up, tapping my foot in anticipation, wanting to be with her.
MITCHIE'S P.O.V
'You have to stop this, Mitchie', I told myself. 'Stop hallucinating. He's not really there.'
I tried the calm down but the tears wouldn't stop. I was crying for Shane, crying for my Grandma. I couldn't bear it if something happened. We had known she had been ill for sometime, it was just an old age thing. But now… now she was really ill and I was scared. I didn't know how to cope. I suppose I'm trying to block it out, falling back on to the Shane situation and focusing on that.
I finally stopped crying, made sure no-one was out there – of course they wouldn't be, the bell for last lesson went ages ago- I went to the sinks and splashed water on my face, wincing as the ice cold water hit my skin.
I held my head high and walked out of the toilets, first of, I had to go get my bag. I don't even know what I have last lesson so I have to get my bag to find my timetable.
My converse slapped across the tiled hall way, as I sped up, not wanting to get another detention!
I got to the stairs, sighed and grabbed hold on the handrail and took big, widely paced steps up.
'Come in!' My history teacher called after I had knocked on the door.
'Ah, Mitchie! I can give you your detention pass now!'
'Great'. I mumbled under my breath.
He handed me a red slip. I had no idea at all what to do with it!
'Why are you still standing there?' He asked, in one of those annoying tones.
'Oh, yeah, I need to get my bag.' I walked over to where I normally sat.
'Er, excuse me'. I said to the guy sitting in the seat. 'I just… yeah, thanks'. I said awkwardly as he handed me my bag.
I got out of there as soon as I could, once I had shut the door I sighed a breath of relief and leant against the door, skillfully balancing my bag on my knee, I pulled out my phone, chucked my bag over my shoulder and walked along, texting. Guess who? Shane.
I quickly tapped out my message: 'Shane why haven't you replied to my postcard, is everything ok? Mitchie x'
I looked at the time on my phone and saw we only had around 20 minutes left of school- I couldn't work it out exactly, math is not my strong point!
Putting my phone back in my bag, I reached in there for my timetable. I had English last lesson. I turned the many corners, opened the many doors, creating a constant squeaking sound throughout the hall.
English went quickly, I didn't do too much work, seeing as I was only in there for like, 15 minutes. I told Miss Hall that I had been ill but I was better and I wanted to come into lesson for a little bit. That was a excuse so I didn't get another detention. I don't think I could face double detention in one night!
As I dawdled along once the bell had gone, I asked people I knew if they had detention too, but no one did, so I guessed I would have to do it alone!
I knew which room it was, but I wasn't sure exactly what I would have to do? Did I go to a different room first? How did they expect us to know everything?
When I eventually found out that I go straight to the detention room, I was already 10 minutes late. Great.
Then, just as I was about to go in to the room, I got a text. I knew didn't have time but I just had to look at it! What if it was Shane?
SHANE'S P.O.V
As I sat down in the car I just hired, I checked my mobile, to see if I had any messages, I had one, from Mitchie,
'Shane why haven't you replied to my postcard, is everything ok? Mitchie x'
I smiled at how caring Mitchie was, and typed back,
'Hey Mitch, everything is fine, just, a bit busy atm, will talk to you really soon, Shane x'
"Time to find Mitchie," I mumbled, starting up the car, and driving, high speed, towards Mitchie's town.
MITCHIE'S P.O.V
'Hey Mitch, everything is fine, just, a bit busy atm, will talk to you really soon, Shane x'
I smiled as I read the text Shane sent me, although somehow it didn't quite make sense, obviously something was up with him, yet, he hasn't told me…I guess I'll find out when he tells me.
So here I am, waking to detention, this is going to be an hour of boredom…great.
I walked into detention, and sat down at the seat nearest to the door, written on the white board, in thick, black letters was:
'NO SPEAKING UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!'
Wow, uptight or what! I settled down at a desk around the middle of the room, I wished this hour of torture would end soon and I had only just got in there!
It was so boring! We had this random teacher I had never seen before. He just sat there, staring. When I realized some people just sat there, some did work, some read books; but I didn't know what to do! After a while, the teacher didn't seem to care I was just sitting there, actually he didn't seem to care what we did as long as we didn't speak. I got out a science text book and started to revise. There was already a string of this going wrong and failing my exam wasn't going to be joining it!
A few minutes later the teacher came around and collected the red slips. He signed them and then moved on.
'This better end soon', I thought, 'The atmosphere in here is sharp! I just want to go home and try to talk to Shane and find out how Grandma was.
I let out a sigh as closed my text book and rested my head in my hands.
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