Baby Bottles and Artificial Plastic Pt 4

I suppose you might be wondering how me and Zac came to be so close. No? Well I’ll tell you anyway…1

During the time where I got to know him it became like I had finally found someone who understood me, someone who wanted me for me. He didn’t look at my looks and body and love me for that, he seemed to search for something deeper and despite what I looked like on the outside, he was in love with what was on the inside. 2

At the time where I began to get close to him I already had a boyfriend who was called Joe. However, although Joe and I had been going out for a little over 3 months, I didn’t feel I was getting anything out of the relationship at all. Joe didn’t seem to have a genuine reason or commitment with me and didn’t seem that bothered whether I was around or not. Maybe he found it hard to express his feelings and emotions. Whatever it was, it wasn’t doing it for me.3

Before going out with Joe I had felt unloved and unworthy of any boys attention so when I started being with Joe I thought “great, someone loves me!” but obviously I was wrong. He never seemed to even want to hug me and I was digging a hole where I could chuck away the emotion that I felt for Zac and cover it over with the rawness I ‘felt’ for Joe. 4

After a few weeks of battling and toying with my feelings I ended it with Joe in the hope that Zac would pick me up and hold me where I so desperately needed to be held.5

And from the time that Zac and I became close we already knew each other as an open book, such that the words were easy to read and I understood them fully. Our relationship has been built on love alone and me and Zac have a strong bond that will never break.6

“He smiles and wraps his arms around me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.”7

During the next few months these words stuck in my mind like a church bell ringing on the midday strike. Something happened that no one could explain. And this started on the day when Annie disappeared…8

“Come on Paris we’ll be late for school” I yell as Paris rushes out with her almost-forgotten PE bag in her hand.9

“Sorry” she pants as we start walking speedily to the bus stop. “Anyway, it’s not like you’re never late”10

“Yes alright you don’t have to keep reminding me” I grin as we approach the bus stop.11

When we get to school I see Zac looking bleary eyed and miserable. I go over to him, hug him and say,12

“Babe what’s wrong?”13

“Just my cold, I feel really crap” he grins. “I think I have man flu”14

Paris overhears and interrupts15

“YAH! Man flu. That would be what it is”16

I stroke his head, “it’s just a cold sweety stop moaning, I have it too”17

The bell rings and we go to our separate tutors. I look around and wonder where Annie is – she’s late quite often so I didn’t really think too much of it, I’m sure she’d turn up halfway through tutor.18

As we walk down I find a small piece of bright yellow plastic coated with a shimmer of pink across the corner of it. This piece of plastic was perfectly cut into an isosceles triangle, a little smaller than the length of my small finger.19

I pick it up and place it into my pocket, thinking it would come into use sometime and if it didn’t, it was pretty anyway!20

“Ro, what’s that you’ve got there?” Paris peers over.21

“Oh it’s just a piece of plastic I found on the floor. Someone’s probably peed on it but look,” I point at the strip of metallic pink, “it’s shiny.”22

“You’re a nutcase” She grins.23

“And you’re a poo head” I stick my tongue out at her.24

By the time lunchtime comes I’ve grown quite attached to the piece of plastic. I like rubbing my fingers up and down on the edges as it’s quite smooth and takes away boredom during lessons. Zac sees me fiddling around in my pocket and asks me what I’m doing, I bring it out and show him.25

“Look” I say, “it glimmers if you turn it this way.”26

“Oh wow” Zac rolls his eyes, unimpressed, “What use could a piece of plastic have?”27