Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


30. Clot

Mrs Swarkvoski, our principal, sat me down in the little wooden chair briskly. She looked at me for a long amount of time, then paused, staring at the ground. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I detested it for making me seem weak. Alex was gone. Crying was not going to bring him back.


Mrs Swarkvoski opened her mouth as if to say something, then quickly shut it. She was , however, more successful in her second attempt.


"Miss Price... I would firstly like to let you know just how deeply sorry I really am." She stated, slight grief in her eyes. I wasn't surprised by that; Alex, all though a bit of a troublemaker, was deeply loved by almost every teacher. "However, don't you think slapping Miss Barakat was slightly out of line?"

I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. "Yes, Miss." I said, not meeting her eyes.

"Is there anything you wish to talk to me about, Wendy?" Mrs Swarkvoski said, kneeling down besides me and looking into my eyes.


Gemma immediately sprang to mind, but snitching on her wasn't going to accomplish much - if anything, it would only make her hate me more and destroy all chances of us ever rebuilding our friendship. So, no, grassing Gemma up was not a good plan.


"No, miss," I said quickly, "Nothing, I'm sorry for slapping Gemma."


Mrs Swarkvoski surveyed me for a second, before opening the door.


"You may leave," she said, "no discipline necessary. I know what you're going through is hard; I remember it with my husband. I know - I know how horrible it is. So, if you do need to talk to me about absolutely anything... you know I'm here."

"Thank you." I said, as I rushed out of her office.


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On the way home from school, I was pretty screwed. My options were to take the long way round to my house, or to take the route where Alex was killed. The route with the Alley was much faster... I didn't want to, but I needed to go that way. My mother needed me home fast,  because we were attending Alex's... well, his funeral. I braced myself, and began walking the path on which I had been walking that fateful day.


When I finally got to the mouth of the alleyway, my world seemed to explode, everything spinning and my vision blurring. My head throbbed, and I felt as though my skull was going to concave. Alex's blood had stained the pavements, and nobody had cleaned it yet. I dizzily sat down, clutching my head with one hand. I found my other hand was balled into a fist, and my nails were digging into my palm. The physical pain slightly lessened my emotional pain, so I dug my nails in harder, eventually drawing blood. Just like that, my vision returned to normal, and my headache seized to exist. I stood up, breathing slowly. My hand was bleeding a little, but the pain wasn't too bad, and the blood was beginning to clot now anyway. I continued my journey home, feeling.... slightly better... but not quite ready for what was yet to come.

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