Cheers you guys for the reviews so far.
This fictions taking a lot of my effort, a lot more so than any other I've written.
So it's like a huuuuge project for me
Anyway, here's chapter two, hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter Two

It was hard to comprehend just what her purpose was, as to why she was here… or is it there? Why had I been chosen as her confidant, or she to be mine? My soul connection to conversation, and her only link to the present day. There's so much I've not dared ask her, yet so much I know I wouldn't understand if given the answer anyway. It scares me anyhow, the idea of coming to terms with why she's here, it seems to bare too many memories that cloud judgement on her behalf, and pure, uninterrupted innocent confusion on my own.

I could barely remember what my world involved when she was never in it. I knew there was a constant emptiness, loneliness caused by the isolation that a public high school can deal out to an adolescent not at all liked by his peers. Yet, it was still there to a certain degree, I was at least aware of that much. Even with Sylvie's rather unnatural company, it didn't stop those, who knew nothing of her existence, tormenting me to their hearts content. I was merely more tolerable of it, or ignorant. I held something far more precious back from them now; I had a secret with authority and awe, something any other would never understand, something to give me courage to smile whilst enduring a vulgar mathematics lesson with those flexible rulers being pounded off my skull repeatedly. I was mature now, they were not.

There's something rather satisfactory about walking home on a breezy February afternoon. School's just ended for the half term on a rather odd day of the week, and it's a Tuesday. Admittedly, it's bitter cold, the suns at it's highest and yet I'm still shivering, breathing in to my numb hands, rubbing them together for heat that fails to be produced. The walk home is quicker than any other day, I'm always late no matter how fast I sprint, Jog, or at the risk of social suicide, power walk. My rucksack is sagging behind me with the weight of books, and I contemplate tightening the straps for a few moments as I turn the corner in to my street.

Eldermoor Close. It always was, and still is bit of a dump in all honesty. I never liked it much. Everyone was too close and friendly and… I couldn't bare it. In each others pockets, and always knowing everyone else's business. I wasn't surprised when I found Hayley Tate following me one time when her mother had mentioned I was the 'dodgy boy from number 24'. Sylvie gave her the fright of her life if I remember rightly. It's safe to say the silly little twelve year old has never bothered looking at me since, nor has her mother.

"Dougie." Great. There's something about that tone in my mothers voice that makes me squirm unpleasantly on the inside, my stomach churns in a vile way, and my palms sweat. She's not happy with me, and I've been in the house a full thirty one and a half seconds.

"Yes?" I call back feebly.

"Your maths teacher just called." The day gets better. She finally pokes her head around the kitchen door, and shuffles in to the hallway, her apron tied neatly around her waist and neck as she shoves her sunshine yellow rubber gloves in to the large front pocket without grace. The frown on her face shows it was not praise from the mathematics department. "He's very worried, Dougie."

Yes, I'm sure he's worried. The students in his class continue in breaking rulers across my head despite his threats. Of course he's concerned. For his stationary.

"Dougie!" She's sharp, noticing the sarcastic smile unearth onto my lips. "You skipped detention this afternoon. You're grounded!"

But, tonight is…

Sylvie would never forgive me.