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Don't Forget About Me
Chapter One: Detention
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Friendships are fickle things. On the surface they can seem so strong, but underneath, they are just waiting to fall apart.
There are those who are your friends by default. You might of run in the same crowds at school, use the same shampoo or eye shadow, or you might have gone to graffiti the same wall, or played an online game of Dungeons and Dragons against them and wound up being friends.
You believe are friends because it's the easiest thing to do.
For you, for everyone else.
But then, there are friendships that are destined to be made. That you have no control over, because fate has made it so. They've been planned from the very beginning. Friendships that transcend all space and time.
You're looking at me like I'm crazy. We're all a little crazy at times; I'll admit that. But you should believe me. There are such friendships in the world that are destined to be made.
Traveling one foot in front of the other will begin the journey, but some journeys are already planned, just like these friendships.
You don't believe me? You'll see. It happened to me, not so very long ago. I swear that's the honest truth.
Still don't believe me? Fine, together we'll tell you the story. But I'll warn you; it might get a little jumbled along the way, because we all have a little something different in our own story.
We either started out as enemies or ignorant persons. Which one it really was, well, none of us are certain of that.
But we together we ended up bound as one group.
We started out as a teen queen, a jerk, a psycho, a cynic, a geek and a bad boy.
We ended up friends for life.
And this is our story.
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I was doubled over in fits of laughter when I heard the evil silence that was my friends deserting me. Apparently human rats desert sinking ships too.
"Well, well, well Mr. Hunter, what do we have here?" I heard the cold, hard voice of our wonderful Principle Mr. Hyde say from behind me.
Turning around, I smiled charmingly at him.
"Well sir, you see…"
"Save it. I have my own set of eyes Mr. Hunter, and am in no mood for your tales. I can see for myself exactly what is going on here. Despite your beliefs, I am not a moron."
It was like he was reading my mind. Very freakish.
"No of course you aren't sir. But if you just let me explain, there is a perfectly good reason for what is going on just now." I said, in the hopes of getting him to listen to me while I lied through my teeth to him.
Alas, no luck.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm sick of the children in this school and your overused excuses. So we're trying something new this year. Saturday detention. From nine till five. There's a trial run this Saturday, and you, Mr. Hunter are the first to make the cut." Hyde finished, smirking at me.
"But I have things to do on Saturday Sir." I began to complain "Can't we just give the normal afternoon one a shot?" I finished, almost pleadingly.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hunter." Hyde said with mock sympathy "But you'll be here at nine on Saturday, or else." He finished cryptically, pointing in the direction of my first period class as I sulked before walking off.
Well, I thought, this is well and truly fucked.
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Standing alone, I looked out across the football field. There was no one in sight. Thank god. It was first period so of course there wasn't anyone around.
Every one of the goody two shoes that went to this school had gone off to class minutes before the bell, and the slackers wouldn't hang out here. They would be in the toilets, or in the dark corners of the school walkways.
Putting my headphones into my ears, I sat down against the tree trunk and chewed on a fingernail that had recently been painted black, absentmindedly tapping the drum beat to the song that was playing with my other hand.
Closing my eyes, I breathed in, ready to fall into a nice sleep when I felt a hand roughly tapping me on my shoulder. Pulling a headphone out, I twisted my head and looked up, ready to tell whoever it was to 'piss off', when I met the steady, beady gaze of none other than Hyde.
"Can I help you?" I asked, staring up at him, unfazed by the complete anger in his eyes.
"Yes, I'd like to inquire as to why you're outside instead of IN CLASS like your other class mates?" Hyde asked rather sarcastically.
Choosing to ignore the sarcasm, I shrugged before turning around; preparing to put my headphone back in before replying quickly "Didn't feel like it."
Suddenly I was pulled into a standing position, my MP3 lying broken on the ground.
"That's it. I've had enough of your problems young lady. I'm sick of your 'why bother' attitude and your blatant disregard for anyone who has power in this school. You have a date with detention on Saturday, where your attitude will be changed. Otherwise, that's the end of schooling for you." Hyde yelled into my face.
Shaken, I nodded mutely before walking over the oval towards class.
One thing was for sure, I was not looking forward to spending Saturday with that arrogant dick head.
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"But I'm innocent." I pleaded to Hyde. It was almost groveling. I was desperate. I couldn't let anything stuff up my future. Especially not a stupid misunderstanding, where I was just an innocent bystander.
"Like hell you are Lucas Holden. You were caught red handed, and you want me to believe you just… stumbled onto this?" Hyde yelled.
God, how thick could this man be? I was a straight A student with an impeccable record. I stayed out of trouble, ran the student council and did everything to keep myself out of the way of events like this. All the other teachers were aware of my aptitude and good behaviour.
But here Hyde was, yelling at me as if I was the Eric Dalby of the school. There was only room for one moron in this place. And like I would ever want to be a no hope loser like him.
I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me. I had this problem with anger. I tolerated everything, It went with the good boy code. But every so often, I had to let it out. And this was becoming one of those times, as I saw Hyde continue to fume, staring right at me.
"You mean like you did?" I retorted, my anger finally getting the better of me.
"If you are trying to improve your case, you are going the wrong way about it" Hyde threatened "Mocking will get you nowhere."
"I wasn't mocking sir," I said quickly "I was simply…"
But I didn't even get near finishing.
"Now you're trying to correct me? Tell me I'm wrong? I'll see you on Saturday morning for detention Holden. Now get to class." Hyde finished angrily before stalking away.
Sighing, I turned defeated and walked away.
Honestly, I'd never put a foot wrong in my life, and now Hyde was blaming me for everything that had happened this morning.
Life sucked.
I was on my way out of this hellhole, headed to somewhere where I would be understood. Where I would be accepted and not picked on, nor surrounded by blonde bimbos and athletic jocks. I just had to keep my head down and my grades up.
Apparently that was not as easy as once thought.
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"You know what this means, don't you Mr. Dalby?" Hyde asked me in his sarcastic, patronising tone.
Staring up to meet his gaze, I glared back at him before smiling mockingly and answering in a singsong voice "I guess it means I won't be handing in my slip for school captain selection. Darn it, I was so looking forward to being a well liked, upstanding, wholesome representative of this fine establishment you're running here."
"Your lack of concern about the situation you've placed yourself in amazes me Mr. Dalby. Don't you care about your education at all?" Hyde asked, feigning concern. "Then again, why should you? You've obviously got no talent, nor any future ahead of you either." He finished telling me, with all the malice and hate he could muster coming through with those words.
My hands curled up into balls as I felt the anger rising within me. It took all the strength I had not to lash out and knock Hyde out.
One punch would've been all it took. He would've been flat on his back. And I would've had the power then.
Hyde smirked as he looked at my curled fists. That was exactly what he wanted. A real, true reason for me to be expelled. And for him to be right about me, and my lack of future.
Well he wasn't going to get that satisfaction. Not from me.
As soon as he realised this, blood rushed to his face in anger as he barked "Detention. Saturday. You're mine." Before walking away,
As he turned the corner, I screamed out in frustration and punched the wall in anger, imagining it to be his face.
A whole day with Hyde to taunt and mock me. To rile me up and tear me down infront of other people.
That was the last thing I needed.
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Laughing to myself as I rounded the corner in an empty hallway, I began to write Jamie back a message about the most adorable shoes I had picked up at the sale when I looked up, only to stop dead in my tracks.
Still seething from an earlier encounter with one of the many social misfits our school had to offer, was Hyde, who was standing directly infront of me, his face red with anger.
The once hated (and still hated, actually) Principle of Summer Bay High. A barely tolerable hell, if you were me.
Smiling sweetly at him, I was hoping to escape this chance meeting unharmed, or with as minimal punishment as possible.
And to do that, I was simply going to have to lie.
Thankfully, sweet little innocent white lies is what I did best in this world, along with shopping and accessorising.
"Principle Hyde, sir. I was just on my way to the sick bay. I was in history, when all of a sudden I felt faint and headachy. Mr. Smith insisted I go, even though I tired to stay. You know how much I'd hate to miss any of my classes. But he wouldn't have it. So here I am. On my way there. If I could just keep going, I'm feeling rather peaky and wretched" I said, dramatically, holding a hand to my forehead and looking up towards him.
"Can it, Hunter. You now have a date with me. Saturday morning. Nine am sharp. Detention." Hyde smirked evilly before walking away.
Ugh. Who the hell is even awake at nine on a Saturday morning? This is so very unfair. Like I'm actually going to do this. Mum will get me out of this. She has to.
The last place I'm going to be on Saturday morning is detention.
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Could this day get any duller? I thought to myself, as Mrs. White, my science teacher droned on and on about something or other.
The only reason I even bothered to turn up was because anywhere else was better than home. That was my own personal hell. Compared to home, school was heaven. There were no hidden horrors here. All the horrors were out in the open, for everyone to see.
I looked around, before rolling my eyes at how clueless the teacher actually was when it came to what was occurring under her very nose in this classroom.
Lucas was up the front, giving his undivided attention to her words as usual, despite the fact he probably knew more about the subject than she did.
Cassie had her music blaring in the back corner, her hands flashing black painted nails every now and then as she continued to draw or sketch or whatever it was she did.
The resident school jerks (Aka Athletic buff guys who actually played sport), including the infamous Henry Hunter, were mucking around rather loudly making wisecrack comments every time the teacher said something. Essentially trying to be witty, but to the few intellectual minds in the room, they were simply making bigger fools of themselves.
Resident bad boy and all round asshole Dalby had announced himself earlier by walking in late, slamming the door, then swearing under his breath for a whole ten minutes after.
Matilda, Henry's twin sister, and the Princess of the school had entered much like Dalby, but with a hint of class and elegance. She had sat next to Henry, and was laughing in her own Princess like manner every time they said something. Idiots.
The saddest thing was that people worshipped the ground she walked on. People actually believed she was cool, I thought, snickering to myself, louder than intended, which somehow managed to catch the teachers attention.
"Is there something you'd like to share with the class Miss. Taylor?" she asked. I hate it when teachers ask questions that they know the answer to.
"No Mrs. White. You're doing more than enough sharing for the both of us." I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice, knowing it would go unnoticed by most of the fools in this class.
Unfortunately, it didn't go unnoticed by Mrs. White.
"That's enough of that attitude young lady." She replied, getting rather annoyed.
"What attitude?" I began, feigning innocence. "I simply meant that you'd been preaching, I mean, teaching enough for the both of us." I finished, smirking at her.
Not the smartest thing to do, as it turned out.
Her face turned red, a mixture of anger and embarrassment, before she began yelling.
I missed most of it; it was all too amusing, finally seeing her yell at someone.
But then I caught the words 'detention' and 'all day Saturday.'
Groaning to myself, I realised what I'd done.
I really needed to learn to keep my mouth shut. Opening it never did any good. Only bad.
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AN: And its started. I wrote another chapter for it. Then decided I hated it. So this is all I've got for now. I hope I distinguished between the characters enough for you. Hate it? Love it? Confused the heck out of you? Please review and tell me. It makes me a better writer.
