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...


4. Outsiders

I checked the clock beside my bed. It read 7:45.

I had overslept again.

I rubbed my eyes, and remembered the dream. My mind had been riddled with dreams ever since I started at Hawthorne High. It was fascinating, but made me shiver.

I grabbed a croissant and swallowed a glass of orange juice before grabbing my satchel and clambering onto the school bus. The bus where I would sit for 35 minutes whilst people chattered and the person behind kicked my chair constantly. I sighed and put in my headphones. I didn't particularly enjoy listening to music, but it drowned out the noise from the world around me. It was an escape route, a path to the silence that I craved.

Too soon, the bus shuddered to a stop outside the bleak building where I would be subjected to education for the next seven hours. I wasn't a keen student, so I sauntered casually around campus for a while, despite the bell warning me otherwise. My first lesson was English, so I wasn't in a hurry. I found another rebelling student on my travels - a guy with a tangle of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I was mesmerized. First week of school and fate had thrown me towards two gorgeous guys. The day was brighter, despite the Sun's insistence to stay tucked under its duvet of clouds.

"Who are you?" His voice was harsh, and it freed me from the temporary trance I had been locked in.

"New kid, Haley," I said in what I hoped was a nonchalant tone.

He raised an eyebrow. "You obviously aren't yet familiar with the timing of lessons," he said.

"I could say the same for you." I stepped forward. He looked impressed, and held my gaze for a second. Then he picked up his rucksack and walked away, whilst dropping words over his shoulder. "I know which lessons are worth avoiding."

I didn't even know his name, but I knew by the stance he took and the way he spoke cautiously that we had something in common - we were both outsiders.

"Probably best not to get involved with him," a voice behind me informed. I turned to see a girl with a cloud of red hair and green eyes, staring at me. But despite the advice, I knew I would be seeing him again soon.

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