Something or Someone?

Mondays. Typical, boring Mondays. Alway a dreaded day for most. Especially if school starts. Physical Education first lesson. Fun- Not exactly.1

My alarm clock played my favourite song, 'Burnin' up' as I slammed my hand on it angrily. Maybe my mum would forget about school. Or maybe she would believe me if I appeared sick. Smirking to myself, I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers over myself. As mum entered my room, I turned to face her. She slowly came over to me, and saw me coughing and looking 'unwell'. She carefully sat on my bed, and felt my forehead. Great. I knew that mum was a specialist at seeking out lies. She whispered "Your head isn't hot, dear."2

I sat there quietly, thinking about what an ill person's reaction would be. The best one I could come up with was coughing, and sighing. Mum kissed my forehead and said "I think you should go to school, dear. I'll drive you there."3

I silently scowled after she left the room. She had hatched onto my plan, as always. My friends always got days off, whether it was dentist appointments, or illness. I wished that just for one day, I too could have a dentist appointment during school time. The reason I didn't want to go to school was because I hated drama, and Physical Education. But Physical Education wasn't that bad if we were inside. I hated winter. I always got a cold near christmas, and the worst part, I didn't get any school time off for it. Unlike my friend Fey. She got a whole week off for a really bad cold. I was getting very jealous.4

After a few minutes of thinking to myself, as usual, I hauled my body up and sunk my feet into my warm, furry slippers. I slowly made my way down the stairs to eat some breakfast. Shreddies would do. I shoved down a bowl full of shreddies, without milk, brushed my teeth, and got dressed into my boring school uniform. Mum met me on the way to the car. 5

"Hello." 6

I stopped without thinking. Mum waved goodbye and drove off. The voice was deep, unlike any boy's I recognised. I turned around and shyly mumbled "Hi."7

The boy's long, black hair was battling with the wind as he spoke "I've just moved here from America."8

"Cool," I muttered, twiddling my thumbs about nervously.9

He smiled at me sweetly as his dark brown eyes met mine. I giggled stupidly. He finally said "Oh, I'm sorry, you had better get to class. Bye."10

Before I could wave him goodbye he was gone. He left me on the edge of the road gobsmacked. How could he go so fast? Maybe I was just too busy daydreaming, so I thought he could move quickly.11

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the school reception.12

There he was again. It was third lesson, drama. Oh, great. This was bound to be a huge embarrassment. He entered quickly but quietly and sat at the other side of the room, on his own private desk. Our teacher, Mrs Ferry, gave him a smile and introduced him to the class. His name was Tylor Baylis. That was a nice, decent name. As our eyes met again, I turned around, trying to hide what the horrid heat had done to my face. I heard a chuckle. 13

Finally, the bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and slowly left, except for Tylor. He was gone within a second. I gasped again, wondering what planet he was from. Certainly not my one. I hurried over to my tutor room, and waited there silently for ten minutes. I wondered why I was always so quiet. I suppose I'm more of a listener than a speaker. That's why I must of hated drama so much. Finally, the last bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the tutor door, pushing and shoving. I squeezed through and paused to take a look if there were going to be any boys that decide to cause trouble in the corridor. Some tart pushed me and shouted "Stop right in the way, why don't you?"14

I rolled my eyes, and took a deep breath. I remembered how once another tart met me and accused me of walking too slowly. As she pushed me out of the way, she tripped over someone's leg, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Typical 'popular' older girls. Always finding a way to accuse a littler girl of something. I realized that I had been thinking for a while, and I began to make my move towards home. Home was about 15-20 minutes away, so
I didn't have to travel too fat at least. My only problem about walking home alone- I'm always an easy target for any of the older popular teens. My life was quite like a sheep's. I was scared of anything that I considered could happen, and when it did, the best thing I could do was ignore it. 15

I reached the end of the English corridor, and was pushed by the daily bunch of idiots who wanted to make everyone's life miserable. Last time I happened to right next to them, so I was pushed right against the wall, and someone stood on the heel of my shoe. So I had to walk home suffering with a bruised ankle and a n angry mood. It was times like that that I wished I could just relive the moment. I would claw their face to shreds, shout at them endlessly, and make sure they were sorry. Far more than just a simple sorry. But this time I was right infront of them. The idiots pushed yet again, and I went flying ahead. I managed to cling onto the edge of the door, but someone squished my hand, and my face hit the side of the door. I groaned as I imagined what my horrid head would look like in a few days time. Bruised. Bloodshot. Ugly. Those words matched my imagination perfectly.16

I looked up, one eye still closed with agony, and saw the person I hoped would never see me in pain. Tylor. He gasped at me as I sliped to the cold floor, and went to go and thrash the guilty idiot's face's. A few nice people surrounded me and began asking me how I was. I lied in my daily lambish voice "Ok."
Soon a teacher arrived, and Tylor had finished beating up the idiots. I felt happy in a way. Happy that he had stuck up for me. I never thought that someone like him would ever stick up for me. Tylor held out his hand as I grabbed it with a black eye and a smile. Mrs Dorse, my old Geography teacher, came to help me aswell. I was taken to welfare with a black eye, a bruised knee, and a limping leg. The Welfare officer asked me who had caused me discomfort and some more questions about the incident. 17

Tylor stood by my side as I found a chair and dropped my body onto it.
He helped me answer questions, and surprisingly knew the idiot's names. Something that I didn't even know, and yet I had been at the school for three years. After about half an hour, my mum was called, and arrived at the school to pick me up. Before I left, I thanked Tylor, the Welfare officer, and Mrs Dorse.18

As I arrived home, I lay in bed for a couple of hours, had dinner, and then dragged myself back into my cosy bed. As the time read 10pm, mum came in and kissed my forehead. She told me that the boys who had injured me were getting very big detentions, and that I could have the day off tommorow. Well, I liked the day off part, but the way I achieved my day off wasn't exactly the way I expected. The next day was painful when I had to get up and fetch some breakfast, and it was pretty boring too. I stayed in my pyjamas and bed socks, and decided to play the Nintendo Wii for a bit. Later on, I decided to go on MSN. I waited impatiently for my laptop to load, and after a while, MSN popped up. I typed in my name and password, and logged on. To my surprise, someone had sent me a friend request. That was rare. Very rare. I was usually the one sending them requests. I clicked on the request, and looked at the username in delight. It was 'Tyloallyours3@hotmail.com'.
I immediately pressed the accept option and began to start a conversation.19

I started with 'Hi! Why are u off school? Did u catch my delicate body disease?'
He replied with 'Lol. No, I just fancied a day off.'
I scowled at his reply. So he could just have a day off whenever he pleased?
I sent him a message about how he could walk so fast.
He slowly replied by saying that he had something to tell me. I felt a cheeky grin overtake my face, as excitement flowed through my small, but oh so delicate veins. After a minute, he sent me a message telling me to meet him at the town's local park. I agreed and grabbed my crutches that mum had kindly bought for me on the way home from work. After all, it was 2pm already. Mum didn't have to work full time on Tuesdays. I began to make my way down the stairs. It was quite a hard task considering one of my eyes was swollen up.20

"Hello. You came," Smiled Tylor as I finally met him.
"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" I laughed, not understanding what he meant.
"Well, if you haven't realised, you are using crutches right now," He explained with a laugh. I laughed too, just to keep him from embarrassment.
Suddenly, he began to talk in a very serious way "Ok, can I definetely trust you with a secret so big that it could change everyone's lives if they found out?"
I nodded my head, eager to get to the main point.
"Ok."
"Yes?" I encouraged him. He pulled me over to the shade of a large tree, where no one could see us. He whispered in my ear "I'm a ghost."
I laugheed, thinking that he was telling a joke. He laughed too, and asked me what I was laughing at. I dropped my smile and said "Oh, I thought you were joking."
He sighed and leant against the tree. As I watched him, his body began to fade. I sreamed and shouted "Tylor! Where are you?" 21

I nervously turned around as something tapped my shoulder persistantly. I sighed with relief as soon as I knew it was Tylor. He told me that he had turned into a ghost when I couldn't see him. He also said that only two people in the whole world were ghosts. Him and a person called Tim Harrod. He said that each Halloween night, they would meet up and have fun, without having to bother to dress up. I was scared but excited about his strange news. 22

The rain began to fall, it got heavier and heavier. Before I even had the chance to say goodbye to Tylor, me and him were at my house doorstep. I gasped with amazement. He had carried us all the way to my house, within a second. As I steadied myself and waved him goodbye, he lightly kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and smiled awkwardly before rushing into my house. What a weird day...23

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