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Chapter 1: India 

Monday: Period 1

Me and Scarlett walked towards the school gates, lost in the sea of students, over the years we had become used to the blur of blue that wandered our school. It was Year 11, and only a year till we saw the last of this Hell Hole. 

Scarlett was laughing, her eyes crinkling up in the familiar way, her mouth stretching into a grin. Id known her for around 5 years now, and her smile hadnt changed one bit. Her face was still porcelain white like a perfect china doll and her brown hair fell round her face, her thick curls tumbling down past her shoulders and tailing off at the small of her back. Somehow, she had become more beautiful over the years Id known her. Her teenage spots were far gone, not a blemish in sight. To be fair, her teenage spots had been very discreet and hardly even noticeable. She had been one of the lucky ones, Claudia hadnt been so fortunate; her face had erupted in spots like a volcano very suddenly. 

We talked for a while, laughing more, until tears ran down our faces. Then i turned round. Big mistake. I froze and my grin pealed away leaving a dark frown in its place. Out of the corner of my eye, Scarlett looked confused "Whaa.." Then she saw, "Oh, you going to be okay?" But I couldnt answer, I was froze to the spot. 

There he was, Ben.. He was perfect, and drop dead gorgeous. He had slightly tanned skin, thick back eyelashes that framed his deep blue eyes and his brown floppy fringe hung over his dark eyebrows. His face was perfectly chiseled, he was perfect in every way, too perfect for someone like me. He was grinning, looking into Sarahs eyes. She had managed to avoid the teenage spots and was still beautiful as ever. I tried to look away but I couldnt. My eyes couldnt stop looking at their hands, interlaced. Seeing them together again made it real. It was the first day back of term, and it didnt matter how much I prepared myself, I still couldnt bare seeing them together. It was torture. I would never be the one to hold his hand, or be the reason for his face splitting into that breathtaking smile of his that crossed his face everytime he saw Sara. That would never be me. Im all for Fairytales and happy endings, but I have a grasp on reality too.  He caught me staring, and looked at me. But I knew he didnt truly see me. All he saw was a girl in his class, that was too shy to even talk to him for even a split second. I knew that wouldnt change, but it didnt stop a big fat tear rolling down my cheek. I dont usually cry, only when it really matters, most of the times its over this, him. "Indie, Come on!" She looked worried now. "Why do you keep torturing yourself like this?" Scarlett tugged at my sweater, but not before she pulled me into a tight hug. Then we walked to first period, in our own clumsy way. Of all the things that had changed, thats one thing that hadnt, and probably never will. 

We walked up the stairs, in silence. I was glad of the silence, I didn't really want to talk about it. To be honest, I'd rather have just forgot it ever happened. I knew I couldn't really do that, the chances of me repeating that experience again, was inevitable. They both went to this school, I had classes with them both, there was no escaping them. It just couldn't be done, unless I transferred. Which, lets face it, I couldn't do and even if I could, my parents wouldn't let me. I didn't want to think about what just happened. And I certainly did not want to talk about what happened.

     "Indie...Are you okay?" Scarlett said, looking concerned as we walked to history. A felt some annoyance to this question. Scarlett wasn't stupid. She knew I wasn't okay, what was the point in asking? It was pointless, and she knew I didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I swiftly brushed away the tell tale tear that was working its way down my cheek. I turned and gave her a big, fake smile.

"Indie." She gave me a look. I knew what that look meant. She definately knew I was not 'okay' in any shape or form. But to my relief, she didn't say anything more about it, instead, she looked at her planner.

"Ooh! Jack's in one of my classes this year!" Scarlett said, grinning at the page in her planner.

Glad of the change in subject, I jumped at the chance to leave my feelings out of the conversation, "Which one?"
She looked back at her planner again, "English...And Maths!"

"That's great, Scarlett." I grinned at her, "We have English second don't we?" 

"Yep! And Maths fourth!" She grinned, "This is gonna be the best day EVER!" She almost screeched.

"Scarlett, shut up! His classroom is right over there!" I hissed.

"Ooh really?" Her face lit up for the second time in 2 minutes, she obviously missed the point I was making.  She peered around the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of inside the classroom.

"He's going to see you!" I hissed again, this time she actually understood my point.

"Oh god. Your right. We're gonna be late. Let's go." And that was it, she was back to her responsible self. She'd always been like that. Scarlett, always on time. Always reliable. But when she saw Jack's face, all that seemed to be left behind, and she was this excitable, blushing child, who just couldn't stop smiling. It was like two different people, it was surreal. 

I smiled, glad sense had finally hit her. 

"Yeah." I said, following. I wish I could be more like that. Responsible, on time. But I wasn't like that, not one bit. Not ever. I was scatty, and irresponsible, late for everything, leaving half my school bag's insides in the classroom. People never expected me to be on time, they would tell me to come 15 minutes earlier than everyone else, because it was a certainty I would be at least 10 or 15 minutes late. I didn't like it, I wish I was more organized. I'm so blonde, so scatty, so....late. But in other ways, it worked to my advantage. I could be late, and no one would be angry, because they expected it. I mean, I didn't try to be like this, it just sort of happened. One minute I was getting ready to go out, the next I was running towards the cinemas, late. Again. 

By the time I had finished thinking about this, we were already outside our history classroom, and I hadn't said a thing.

"Hey...Don't worry okay?" Scar said to me, smiling. How could she possibly expect that to help me? I couldn't just stop worrying. Feelings didn't work like that, life doesn't work like that. If I could turn feelings on and off, my life would be a hell of a lot easier. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop worrying. What if they never broke up? What if I never actually got to kiss him? Ever? Me and Scarlett told eachother everything, we were best friends. But I didn't say what I was thinking. 

So I just smiled and said, "I'll try." She smiled, but I think she kind of knew that's not what I really wanted to say. Like telepathy or something. She just knew. That was one of the things I loved about her. She didn't need to ask, I didn't need to tell her. Because she just knew.


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It was drearily grey. Rain thumped down on me and stung my unprotected hands like icy little needles. However I suppose this was normal weather for Miltan Keyns which was located just outside of London, and was nothing like sunny Gibralter were it never reached a lower tempture than 14 degrees, But I no longer lived in the little house with the big gardens, near the sea. Not since my mum became homesickand decieded she wanted to come back to her "home town" .
So here I was trudging along in brisk autum weather. School bag slung on my shoulder and blue fingers cluthcing my coat closed. 
Rushing through the glass doors that read Milton High School. I sighed as the heat hit my body making my fingers and thighs tingle.
It was my second day at Milton high and so far my plan was working, none of the teachers had felt the need to intourduce me to the class and I had manged to slide into a seat at the back of all the classrooms, which ment according to the students at least, I did not exist. Just the way I wanted. You see I did not want to be asked a hundered and one diffrent questions by a bunch of brain dead teenagers who probley thought tinkebell was a real fairy who granted wishes. So I would do what I always did stay unoticed intill I found someone who was not a retard following the Queen zombie. 
  WHAM
I fell backwards, my books flying everywhere and I could already feel a brusie on my leg starting to appear.Slowley forcing breath back into my lungs I looked up. Standing over me was none other than that very Queen zombie.She had a two very plucked eyebrows pulled together, a pixie like nose that at the moment was twitching vioently, unhealthy straight bleached blonde hair pulled to sit on top of her head, her bright pink lips were made into the shape of a cresent moon, so that it looked like she was about to growl at me like a lion would at its prey.And propley worst of all she had a orange like complexion that was not helped by the foundation that was two shades too dark for her skin tone.
'How dare you, dont you watch were you are going'.
Her voice was almost high pitched, like she was trying to sound posh but was doing a terrible job of it. 
I was going to say sorry,but now I wanted nothing else to tell the over grown barbie doll to stick it somewhere the sun don't shine. But i could'nt seem to, the sad thing was is that she intimated me. As much as I hated the thougt of saying sorry, I could'nt tell her to piss off either so against my better judgement  I kept my mouth shut. As her pale green eyes seemed to burn there way through my skull.
'What is going on here' Bellowed a familar voice that seemed to demand obidince.
Rising to my feet I saw the balding head of the headteacher look apon the scence with narowed eyes.
'Oh nothing sir, I was just intouducing my self to the new girl'.
All of a sudden the Barbie girl had changed her voice to sound all sweet and inoccent.
'What did you say your name was sweety' She turned to face me. It took all of my will power not to just look at her with my mouth hanging open.
'Lilly' I replied my eyes narrowing,venom in my voice.
'Oh thats very good Emily but, you etter hurry along or you will both be late for your first lesson' The head said tapping his watch.
'Of course sir' Emily said pulling her pink mouth into a smile but, before turning around to stalk away she turned to me and mouthed the words 'This is not over'.
I am ashamed to say that it scared me to my very core leaving my bones feeling hallow like someone had carved  them out like you would with a pumpkin on halloween.
So much for staying invisible.
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The art corridor was cold, dusty and damp. With crappy pieces of string hanging on the walls. If that was what they called art here then I realy was doomed. I had always liked art, probley because I had grown up around it, my older sister was a tattoo artsit and had taught me how to draw from a very young age, and it was now a dream of mine to take it further in life. As it was the only thing I was actuley good at. I could never be an athlete I don't have the balcence for that, in fact its a miracle I can walk at all. Plus I am rubbish at maths, I can bearley add two and two together never mind long divison. Its almost like I have some block in my brain when it comes to that and, with everything else I was a B average student so art was kind of my only option.

I pushed open the door that read 009 ,and with my head down I walked straight forward intill I reached the teachers desk. Mr. Read had one lazy eye, and skin that looked to big for him.

'Lilly is it, this is your first art lesson correct?'

The art teacher said not looking up from his desk.

'Yes sir'

'take the seat at the back of the classroom, and you will find the assignment on the board' He said pointing one crooked finger to the only empty table left at the back of the classroom. I walked as fast as I could with out falling over and eventullay reached the one of two chairs at the desk. So far it looked like I was by my self at the desk with the A4 sized black book with my name on it. All to my self execpt that the table looked like someone sat here regulary as there was paint splatted across the desk.

'Late again are we deven' Mr.read said pulling me out of my thoughts.

Looking up I gasped. the boy standing at the front of the class had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Tangled brown hair that fell into eyes like the sky on a cloudless day. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth and long, thick lashes. Even the curve of his throat was perfect. But that was not why she steered. Ever since I was thirteen I had been drawing my very on graphic novel about a prince who was cursed to kill whoever he feel in love with, and there standing at the front of the class was the prince I had spent months perfecting the resplence was uncanny.

The boy's mouth pulled into a lopsided smile that spelled out bad boy yet at the exact time made him look like an angel. Resting one tanned arm on the teachers desk, he whispered something to the teacher but his mouth moved to fast for me to make out what he was saying. And with that he started to make his descent down the aisles. I suddenly realised that the only seat left was the one next to me. 

Quickley, as quickley as I could, I opened my book and let my long curly hair fall down hiding my face.Then I heard the chair next to mine scrape across the flour as if someone had sat down next to me. I could feel his presence like he was a magnet and I was the piece of metal.

He did'nt say anything not even a hello. I could feel my coursity growing and was suddenly reminded of the saying coursity killed the cat, however I could'nt help it I had to see what he was doing. I looked up, and imedintly reggretted it.

Deven, yes that was his name. Deven was looking at me or rather surveying me. I was wrong before his eyes were more like sapphires rather than the sky. And those sapphire eyes were scanning me from my feet all the way to my face were they rested. I could'nt bare it anymore, the silcence was so intense I felt like I was being suffcated. I had to say something.

'Hi, I'm Lilly' the words rushed out of me before I could think of something more intersitning to say, or clever, or funny.

Deven did'nt answer in fact it looked like he had'nt even heard me. So I tried again.

'Do you like art'  This time he seemed to have heard me.

'Do you know your mouh is hanging open' He would have had a ordinary kind of voice if it was'nt the fact that it echoed in my ears.

'What!' even I could hear the definsive tone in my voice, and it was'nt helping that I could feel the blood to start to run to my cheecks.

This just seemed to amuse him further.

'It's okay I have that affect on girls' he said that lopsided smile spreading across his face again.  However this time that smile just made me want to slap him leaving my hand print across his unfairly high cheeckbones.

The shrill of the bell cut my thoughts short. No way had a complete hour gone past already. Turning my head to check the clock on the wall behind me just to be proven wrong. Turning back around to pick up my bag off the floor my breath was knocked out of me for the second time that day. Devens face was inches from mine so close that I could feel his breath warm on my face that smelled just like christmas pine.

'See you around Flower'

And then he was gone leaving me motionless and standing alone in the art room.

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