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Chapter Eight

I am Danny. Danny is me. I am also Dougie. I'm like two in one. Buy one get one free. I'm so confused. I'd thought of nothing else the entire night. I left Sylvie at midnight, watching her return to her previous fixed stone state. I had trampled home slowly, mum watching me with intent as I crossed the barrier called the front door. I didn't speak.

"Well?" Her tone had been hard hitting, nearly pushing me back physically. I looked up and merely grunted in response, traipsing upstairs to my room, not emerging until the following morning when I would set back in to routine once more.

School.

I'm sure school doesn't benefit everyone. You're either really successful from your time spent there, or you're revolted by the very site of the building that repulses ever cell in your body just by it's existence. I fear, I was the latter. I never cared much for the educational institution I'd been packed in to, ever since I'd discovered my intense dislike for every other being that attended. I was sure to be doomed for the rest of my educated life, surely.

I let out a long sigh, allowing my rucksack to sag and pull backwards behind me, resting over my bum as I stood in front of the foreboding double doors. It looks the same as it always does. The glass on windows and doors are either stained with age and rain water, or cracked and smashed. I don't take long to analyse my surroundings, after all I come across them everyday, and today of course, will be no different. Because this place is too ordinary and dull, like myself when I'm not in Sylvie's exceptional company.

I move on, shuffling lethargically inside, through the warm corridors, hesitation briefly when I encounter the handle of the door which holds a day's worth of torment. I brace myself, walking inside. The room is full and I walk, head low towards my seat, finding it occupied. I look up, finding unfamiliar big round blue eyes staring up at me.

"Is this your seat?" The girl speaks quietly, looking around as the buzz of the class becomes near silent. The pack of hyena worthy teenagers have caught interest in the interaction between 'the new girl' and myself. I nod, not wanting to draw any more unwelcome attention, I hardly want to drag her reputation as far to the ground as mine. She sighs and gathers her things hastily, shoving items in to her large printed cotton bag, hoisting it over her shoulder and scanning the room for another available desk. I know there are none. But I know that she's no longer my problem as I sit down in my rightful seat, yet that doesn't stop my eyes from tracing her step towards the front of the room where she voices her problem to Mr Malloy, who is keen to help.

"Dougie." He calls to me. Why he chooses me, I'm not certain. I can't exactly help her 'fit in' and he knows it. "Let Rebecca sit beside you for today, until I can find her someone suitable"

Yes, that sums things up completely.