The Best Three Days Of My Life

Jake is just your average 15 year old. He isn't very well liked and people just make him sick. But, when new girl Clarisse shows him some kindness, will he change? Or is heartbreak going to swing another blow to his pride?


3. The Girl With The Flowers In Her Hair

Miraculously, Jake had survived the day. He set off down the lane by the park. It was the quickest way home; and the prettiest.

Jake wasn’t usually one to care about things that looked good. Anything pretty was usually fake just like Megan. He kicked a few stray leaves in frustration.

Megan was a monster.

Then he saw a familiar figure in front of him. She was short, and her black and blue hair was bouncing around behind her. She picked the odd flower here and there and wove them through her waves.

He was only a few steps behind her and she still hadn’t noticed. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, and when she turned to retrieve it, her eyes locked with Jakes and she blushed.

She froze, and of course he couldn’t keep walking unless he wanted to walk into her. So they stood there for a minute, motionless and quiet, just taking in the awkwardness of it all.

“Are… you okay?” He asked after growing tired of just standing there.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She quickly bent down and gathered up the few belongings that had tumbled out of her bag and onto the pavement.

Jake probably should have helped, but she seemed to have it under control. Once she had everything packed up, she rose, pulled the flowers out of her hair and turned away to continue walking.

“So,” Jake walked up beside her, “You’re new, right?”

The girl nodded, “I just moved here from Rushden.”

“Never been there, is it nice?”

She just shook her head.

“Oh. Well what’s your name?”

“Clarisse, what’s yours?” She asked.


Clarisse looked down suddenly.

“What’s up?” Jake frowned.

“Evan’s said some… some not very nice things about you is all.”

“Oh don’t listen to him, he’s a total prick. He’s the one that made my nose bleed.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t. To be honest, I don’t really like him that much; I’m just friends with Andrew.”

“Making friends is hard, isn’t it?”

Clarisse turned to look at him.

“Maybe… maybe we could be friends?” She stopped walking and slightly tilted her head to the side.

Jake stopped walking too. It had been a long time since someone had said that they wanted to be his friend. He looked up at her.


She smiled and walked up the gravelled drive of a small, two storey house. A few flowers had been planted along the small stone wall that acted as a fence and an average, black car was parked up by the house.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She waved and walked through the front door.

Jake was just about to carry on walking home when his phone rang. He dug around in the bottom of his bag and pulled it out. What was it now?

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