You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 1
<p> "No, Mike, you can't leave me. You can't leave me in this dump of a city alone. You can't leave me now, not ever!" <br />
I bolted upright in my bed and felt hot tears dripping down my cheek. I swung my legs over the side and walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. My eyes were red and wet and my cheeks were stained with tears. I wiped them away and brushed back my hair and sighed. Lately, my dreams were being haunted of the day my best friend left for England with his family. That was three years ago mind you, back when I was eleven, so I guessed you figured out that I'm 14 now.<br /> "Damn you Mike Pritchard" I mentally cursed him for leaving me alone. Although, I wasn't the only one he'd left alone. He'd also left behind Billie Joe, his other best friend. They had me at school a year before they were separated. He was almost as upset as I was about it. Of course, no one had been more upset about it than I had. It killed me, almost literally. I had contemplated suicide many times, but surprisingly, Billie Joe had helped me through it. We had become close friends, and he was now the closest thing I'd had to a best friend in a while. </p>
<p>I made my way over to the window and stared out at the vacant house across the street, where Mike had lived for years. I could never understand why it was vacant, I loved that house, and I would spend almost everyday of my life in it when I could. I wiped away the rest of my tears and climbed back into my bed and drifted into a deep slumber.</p>
<p>The next morning when I woke, the first thing I did was check the mail. Mike had sworn to me that he would write. I hadn't received anything, nothing in the past 3 years. I don't know why I kept checking, I knew nothing would ever arrive. I walked back into my kitchen and popped a piece of bread into the toaster and picked up the paper and leafed through it. Nothing interesting. I heard a knock at the door and went to open it. I saw Billie Joe standing there, half smiling. <br />
"BJ, hi.." I smiled at him and moved aside so he could come in. <br />
"Uh, I need to talk to you Mags"<br />
"What's wrong? You're freaking me out"<br />
He pulled a piece of paper out of the back of his jeans and handed it to me.<br />
"What is this?" I took it out of his hand and unfolded it. My face dropped. <br />
[i] Hey Billie Joe, long time no talk. Sorry I haven't written, I've been really busy with school and all. You're probably wondering why the hell I'm writing after such a long time but I've got some amazing news. We're coming home! My mom couldn't take it over here so were moving back to California. Its not the same house but its pretty close, so I'll be at the same school I was before. It's fucking awesome. I can't wait to see everyone again. I hope everyone missed me.. ha ha. How has Mags been? I know she took it pretty hard when I left but I'm sure she's over it, right? Anyway, were leaving on the 27th and were moving in the next day. I'll write my address at the bottom of the letter so you can drop by anytime. I'll call you sometime when we get settled.<br />
P.S. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Mags that I was coming home, I want to surprise her at school. <br />
Thanks, see you soon,<br />
Mike. [i]<br />
"Son of a bitch" I mumbled as I folded the piece of paper back up and handed it BJ. "Thanks for showing me that"<br />
"Anytime. What are you gonna do? Are you gonna wait until school?"<br />
"I'm not really sure yet."<br />
"Well, I was gonna go see him sometime after school this week".<br />
"This week?" I asked "Oh my god, it's the 27th today!"<br />
"Yep" Billie replied, half-smiling.<br />
"Mind if I tag along when you go?"<br />
"No problem"<br />
I smiled at him and turned on the television. We sat in silence, watching it for a while until I suggested that we go out and grab a movie. I needed to get my mind off of Mike for a little while at least. </p>
<p>The next Monday while I was walking in the hallway at school, on my way to my next class, thoughts of Mike were racing in my mind. I was feeling a great deal of rage towards him over the past couple days. I kept thinking of the day he left. He hadn't told me that he was leaving. I had to find out by the for sale sign that was put up on his lawn. He left the next day. He never sent me a letter, not a note, nothing. Didn't I have the right to know that my best friend was leaving for a country 3000 miles away? I thought I did. MY thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone's shouts.<br />
"Give it BACK!"<br />
I turned around and saw a little seventh grader jumping to reach one of his books some guy was holding just out of his reach. I examined the guy. I had never seen him before. He had shaggy red-ish brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Handsome, but a jerk all the same. I walked over to them and spoke to the seventh grader. <br />
"This is how you handle it". I punched the guy direct in the gut and he dropped the book he was holding and recoiled, grabbing his stomach. <br />
"T-thanks" the seventh grader mumbled as he ran away, holding his book. I turned back to the older guy and started at him.<br />
"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked him. He said nothing and smiled at me.
"What?" I asked.<br />
"Nothing, you pack quite a punch" he said, rubbing his stomach.<br />
"Yeah well, you deserved it"<br />
"I did not. Damn, I was just getting the book down for the kid, some other dude put it up there. The kid freaked out."<br />
"Oh." I blushed slightly "Sorry then".<br />
He smiled at me again "That's ok"<br />
I turned to walk to my next class and he started to follow me. "So, where you headed now?"<br />
"English" I responded bluntly "Why?"<br />
"Just trying to make conversation, damn"<br />
"Nice try" I stopped in front of my class and turned to him "Well, see you around then"</p>
<p>I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk, and started writing in my notebook.<br />
"What 'cha writing?"<br />
I turned my head to find the stranger had followed me into my class and sat down at the desk next to mine.<br />
"What are you doing here? Don't you have a class to be in?" I asked him, rudely too.<br />
"I am in my class" he smiled again.<br />
"damn" I mumbled lowly.</p>
<p>The teacher walked in and placed her books on her desk and started to take attendance.<br />
Addison, Mark, present.<br />
Audry, Jen, present<br />
Capriccio, Tiffany, present.<br />
Curtis, Megan. I raised my hand in the air "Here"<br />
The list continued and I continued to doodle in my notebook.<br />
"Wright, Frank". I looked up. There was a Frank in our class? I looked around to find that the handsome stranger had his hand up. <br />
"Yeah" he said. I sniggered at him, Frank.<br />
He must have heard my muffled laughs because he shot me a nasty look.<br /> "Just call me Tre".<br />
"Alright then, Tre". I continued to laugh.</p>
I bolted upright in my bed and felt hot tears dripping down my cheek. I swung my legs over the side and walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. My eyes were red and wet and my cheeks were stained with tears. I wiped them away and brushed back my hair and sighed. Lately, my dreams were being haunted of the day my best friend left for England with his family. That was three years ago mind you, back when I was eleven, so I guessed you figured out that I'm 14 now.<br /> "Damn you Mike Pritchard" I mentally cursed him for leaving me alone. Although, I wasn't the only one he'd left alone. He'd also left behind Billie Joe, his other best friend. They had me at school a year before they were separated. He was almost as upset as I was about it. Of course, no one had been more upset about it than I had. It killed me, almost literally. I had contemplated suicide many times, but surprisingly, Billie Joe had helped me through it. We had become close friends, and he was now the closest thing I'd had to a best friend in a while. </p>
<p>I made my way over to the window and stared out at the vacant house across the street, where Mike had lived for years. I could never understand why it was vacant, I loved that house, and I would spend almost everyday of my life in it when I could. I wiped away the rest of my tears and climbed back into my bed and drifted into a deep slumber.</p>
<p>The next morning when I woke, the first thing I did was check the mail. Mike had sworn to me that he would write. I hadn't received anything, nothing in the past 3 years. I don't know why I kept checking, I knew nothing would ever arrive. I walked back into my kitchen and popped a piece of bread into the toaster and picked up the paper and leafed through it. Nothing interesting. I heard a knock at the door and went to open it. I saw Billie Joe standing there, half smiling. <br />
"BJ, hi.." I smiled at him and moved aside so he could come in. <br />
"Uh, I need to talk to you Mags"<br />
"What's wrong? You're freaking me out"<br />
He pulled a piece of paper out of the back of his jeans and handed it to me.<br />
"What is this?" I took it out of his hand and unfolded it. My face dropped. <br />
[i] Hey Billie Joe, long time no talk. Sorry I haven't written, I've been really busy with school and all. You're probably wondering why the hell I'm writing after such a long time but I've got some amazing news. We're coming home! My mom couldn't take it over here so were moving back to California. Its not the same house but its pretty close, so I'll be at the same school I was before. It's fucking awesome. I can't wait to see everyone again. I hope everyone missed me.. ha ha. How has Mags been? I know she took it pretty hard when I left but I'm sure she's over it, right? Anyway, were leaving on the 27th and were moving in the next day. I'll write my address at the bottom of the letter so you can drop by anytime. I'll call you sometime when we get settled.<br />
P.S. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Mags that I was coming home, I want to surprise her at school. <br />
Thanks, see you soon,<br />
Mike. [i]<br />
"Son of a bitch" I mumbled as I folded the piece of paper back up and handed it BJ. "Thanks for showing me that"<br />
"Anytime. What are you gonna do? Are you gonna wait until school?"<br />
"I'm not really sure yet."<br />
"Well, I was gonna go see him sometime after school this week".<br />
"This week?" I asked "Oh my god, it's the 27th today!"<br />
"Yep" Billie replied, half-smiling.<br />
"Mind if I tag along when you go?"<br />
"No problem"<br />
I smiled at him and turned on the television. We sat in silence, watching it for a while until I suggested that we go out and grab a movie. I needed to get my mind off of Mike for a little while at least. </p>
<p>The next Monday while I was walking in the hallway at school, on my way to my next class, thoughts of Mike were racing in my mind. I was feeling a great deal of rage towards him over the past couple days. I kept thinking of the day he left. He hadn't told me that he was leaving. I had to find out by the for sale sign that was put up on his lawn. He left the next day. He never sent me a letter, not a note, nothing. Didn't I have the right to know that my best friend was leaving for a country 3000 miles away? I thought I did. MY thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone's shouts.<br />
"Give it BACK!"<br />
I turned around and saw a little seventh grader jumping to reach one of his books some guy was holding just out of his reach. I examined the guy. I had never seen him before. He had shaggy red-ish brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Handsome, but a jerk all the same. I walked over to them and spoke to the seventh grader. <br />
"This is how you handle it". I punched the guy direct in the gut and he dropped the book he was holding and recoiled, grabbing his stomach. <br />
"T-thanks" the seventh grader mumbled as he ran away, holding his book. I turned back to the older guy and started at him.<br />
"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked him. He said nothing and smiled at me.
"What?" I asked.<br />
"Nothing, you pack quite a punch" he said, rubbing his stomach.<br />
"Yeah well, you deserved it"<br />
"I did not. Damn, I was just getting the book down for the kid, some other dude put it up there. The kid freaked out."<br />
"Oh." I blushed slightly "Sorry then".<br />
He smiled at me again "That's ok"<br />
I turned to walk to my next class and he started to follow me. "So, where you headed now?"<br />
"English" I responded bluntly "Why?"<br />
"Just trying to make conversation, damn"<br />
"Nice try" I stopped in front of my class and turned to him "Well, see you around then"</p>
<p>I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk, and started writing in my notebook.<br />
"What 'cha writing?"<br />
I turned my head to find the stranger had followed me into my class and sat down at the desk next to mine.<br />
"What are you doing here? Don't you have a class to be in?" I asked him, rudely too.<br />
"I am in my class" he smiled again.<br />
"damn" I mumbled lowly.</p>
<p>The teacher walked in and placed her books on her desk and started to take attendance.<br />
Addison, Mark, present.<br />
Audry, Jen, present<br />
Capriccio, Tiffany, present.<br />
Curtis, Megan. I raised my hand in the air "Here"<br />
The list continued and I continued to doodle in my notebook.<br />
"Wright, Frank". I looked up. There was a Frank in our class? I looked around to find that the handsome stranger had his hand up. <br />
"Yeah" he said. I sniggered at him, Frank.<br />
He must have heard my muffled laughs because he shot me a nasty look.<br /> "Just call me Tre".<br />
"Alright then, Tre". I continued to laugh.</p>
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