More than a story

Haley Cavendale's first English assignment in a new school is about Edward Scissorhands. A tale of love and loss, no more. But elements of the film soon become apparent in Haley's life when she befriends an outcast who shows her a different side to the story...


14. Misfit

The next few days were a blur. I clung to the shadows, avoided conversation, observed others. I noticed how every was so comfortable in their friendship groups. There were the popular girls, tall and pretty and flirty. The jack-the-lads, trousers lows, gum snapping, ogling girls. The sporty kids with expensive trainers, the geeks with glasses and satchels, the girls who got on with most people, the boys who everyone liked. They all had roles. They were accepted. It didn't take me long to realise that I didn't fit into any of these categories.

I'm not pretty, skinny or flirty. I'm not clever or good at sport. I felt like the odd jigsaw piece in the box, trying to fit in, but always left on the sidelines.

Well, not always.

I hadn't spoken to Romeo since the party. I tried to catch his eye, I sent him texts, but he just blanked me. Even in lessons that I sit next to him in, he ignores me and starts up a conversation with someone nearby. I was sick of it.

"Romeo!" My footsteps splashed in the rain as I ran towards him, shoulders slumped, weary stance. Just like always. I tapped his shoulder. He turned around and looked at me. I felt butterflies, but mainly a sense of relief that he had finally acknowledged me.

"At the party, I thought it was you... I didn't-" I stammered.

"I know," he said plainly.

"You know?" I asked, my voice rising. "Then why have you been ignoring me?"

He shook his head, the rain glinting from the golden mane of his hair. 

"Don't waste my time," he said, starting to walk away. I grabbed his arm but he pulled away.

"Romeo!" I cried, stepping forward.

"Don't follow me," he called over my shoulder.

"What did I do?" I whispered. He turned slowly, but his eyes didn't meet mine. 

"Nothing," he said softly. "But I can't speak to you anymore." I caught a glimpse of his eyes behind his hair - were those tears? He turned away before I could tell, quickening his pace away from me. 

I stood on the pavement, now surrounded by bustling students, but I might as well have been alone. I dragged a hand through my hair and turned away.I heard a crackle of thunder in the distance, and I knew I should hurry. I blinked hard and took a step away from Romeo, desperate to know what he was hiding but terrified to hear the truth.

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