Little White Lies
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"So are you gonna be coming or not?" My friend, Zack said.
"Miss out on a good party? You should know me by now that I don't miss out on parties." I said.
Zack chuckled.
"Want one?" He asked and offered me a cigarette.
"Might as well." I said and took one from him.
"I spy a newbie going to be starting soon." Zack said and pointed towards this boy and his mother.
"Eh, nothing special about him." I said and shrugged my shoulders.
"I dunno, something is defently different about him." Zack said.
I just rolled my eyes.
"Quinn at 1o clock." Zack said and we both flicked our cigarettes away and ran to class
I was sat in maths with my other friend Rian.
"If he doesn't shut up I'm gonna shoot myself." Rian said quietly in my ear.
"Agreed." I chuckled.
Someone knocked on the door and the teacher looked up and nodded.
The head walked in.
"Hey Jack what have you done this time?" Someone called Lucas asked quietly from behind.
"Fuck knows." I chuckled.
"Retards!" The boy said loudly.
"I'm sorry, this young man has a problem and can't stop himself from saying things." Miss Williams said.
The whole class looked at him and he hid behind the woman who I guessed was his mum.
"Squirrel." The boy said and a few of us chuckled.
Miss Williams smiled and she shut the door and they carried on whatever they was doing.
"The fuck he calling a retard?" Rian asked.
"Don't know, must be you he's talking about." I chuckled.
"Fuck off, I'm not the one failing my classes." He said seriously.
The teacher managed to get out attention and teach the class.
I was in English but I was kicked out within 15 minutes.
I walked to the office and the boy who said retard was sat in the office twitching every so often and clicking his tounge.
He has serious problems.
But I looked at him and smiled.
"Again Mr Barakat? You really need to sort your attitude out." Mr Carlile said.
"Had I make sure you didn't forget my face." I said.
"Well that's one thing which won happen. Take a seat." He said and I turned round and looked at the boy and walked over and sat down.
The boy clicked and whistled and he looked like he was mentally slapping himself.
I chuxkled a little.
"Your the boy who shouted retard in class?" I asked.
"Tits." He said and nodded.
"Tourettes?" I asked.
"Sadly." He said.
"It's funny and cool." I said.
He looked at me.
"It's not." He said and the woman showed up.
He got up and followed his mum.
I watched him.
There was something about him which was instesting and like a mystery.
