My Friend Marcel

Annie's dad has moved around a lot, and she has never been really able to make many friends. Finally her dad gets a steady job in a tiny town outside Cheshire, named Holmes Chapel. When Annie starts a new school year at Holmes Chapel Public High School, she meets a nerdy boy named Marcel Styles. As she gets to know him better, she realizes that he's not the geek everyone thinks he is. Annie gets Marcel to open up and become himself, and they become fast friends. But soon, Marcel finds himself falling for his friend...what will happen when her biggest secret is revealed? Will Marcel still like her? Or will this secret tear Annie and him apart...forever?

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2. First day at school

I kept my head down as I walked through the halls off Holmes Chapel Central High School, the bane of my existence. I silently walked into my class and started toward my desk in the back. I collapsed into it and quickly pushed my ear buds in and turned on my iPod. Ode to Joy by Beethoven came on, and I lost myself in the beautiful music. I opened my eyes when the door slammed open, and a tall geeky looking kid tripped in. He had slicked back brown hair and huge Woody Allen glasses with tape in the middle. The jocks in front started whispering, and as the boy walked down the aisle, one of them stuck his foot out. The boy gave a yelp as he fell and all of his papers flew everywhere. Everyone started laughing, and the jock that tripped him yelled, “Yo, Styles, next time watch where you're going!” I turned off my iPod and slipped it into my bag, then I slid out of my seat and helped him pick up his things.

“Thanks,” he said softly, his voice unnaturally deep for such a scrawny boy.

“Don’t worry about it.” I whispered back. Just then the teacher, Mr. Larson, came in.

“Miss Jenkins, Mr. Styles, could you possibly peel yourselves off the floor and stay in your seats?” He asked drily. Everyone snickered, and I felt my face get red.

“Yes sir,” the boy said quickly. He jumped up and dusted off his sweater vest and trousers, then he held a hand out to me. I grabbed it and hoisted myself up, then slipped back into my seat. The boy took the seat next to me. I half-listened to the boring teacher and doodled on my notebook. Suddenly a ruler smashed onto my desk, and I jumped. Mr. Larson stood there, smirking.

“Miss Jenkins, are you paying attention?”

“Yes sir,” I grunted.

“Then who, pray tell, was the youngest composer in the world?” He grinned. The boy I helped earlier looked at me with a look of pity. I leaned back and smirked.

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who wrote such phenomenal pieces as The Magic Flute. He was born in 1756; when he was four, his father took him on tour with him and his sister Nanneral.” I took a breath and smiled at the look of shock that crossed Mr. Larson’s face. “Anything else I need to know, Sir?” I asked innocently. The boy behind him smirked, and hid it in his history book. Mr. Larson opened and closed his mouth a few times, then huffed, whirled around, and stalked to the front of the class. I resumed my doodling. A few seconds later, a note landed on my desk. I glanced up, and the boy I helped quickly ducked his head down. I opened the note.

Good job showing up Mr. Larson! He likes to bully the newer students and show them who’s ‘in charge’. :)
My name is Marcel. Do you want to eat lunch together? Don’t send a note back, Mr. Larson has his eyes on you to try and catch you screwing up. Drop your pencil on the floor if you want to. :)
Marcel (But I guess you already knew who gave this to you…:P)

I nudged my pencil off my desk and it clattered to the floor. Mr. Lawson shot me a dirty look, and I shrugged as I bent to pick it up. Marcel grinned, and nodded at me when I glanced at him. He was kinda cute…for a nerd.


 

 

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