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Hi everyone, this is my first proper writing thing, so any comments and constructive criticism would be wamrly welcomed. So here we go, Chapter One:
The bell rang in his ears as loud as it usually did. Even though it resembles a cat being tortured, it was the most relieving sound that he had heard all day. This was mainly because he was finally out of school, and he didn't have to listen to that teacher anymore. It wasn't that he didn't like him, but an old man talking in a thick Welsh accent starts to burrow into you after only a few minutes. Compiled with the fact he hated school in general and that he had the whole weekend in front of him to do anything he wanted, Alex breathed a massive sigh of relief and contentment. He looked around him, there were only a few people really paying attention, four at the back playing with their phones, and a girl at the front who had been staring in his direction for the last ten minutes. As usual the teacher was barking the homework out, but also as usual, nobody was listening, let alone coming close to understanding what the old man had to say.
He had to run from the classroom because he had to catch a short train from inside the town centre, and then walk about half a mile to his house. Well first, he had to groom himself, and make sure he was looking as he could, so he made a quick detour to the toilets. It wasn't that Alex was obsessed with his appearance, but it was so he could impress that girl that always sat on the train opposite him. He finished changing into his black shirt and royal blue jeans, and tied up his shoes, cursing as he tripped over his shoelaces. He got up quickly, dusted himself down, and brushed his long black hair into a sweep that stopped just over his left eye, straightened his black jacket, threw his bag over his arm and ran as fast as he could into town.
Running down the road, dodging as many people as he could, Alex was constantly thinking of her. He had been in love before, but he knew that he loved Holly more than anyone. Her dark brown hair came down just below her shoulders, she always had it straightened, and she knew he loved it. She always wore a small amount of makeup that brought out her hazel eyes perfectly, and she always had her heart shaped pendant around her neck. This was all that Alex knew of her, not only because he got off the train first, but the only other thing he could see of Holly was her black and white chequered shoes. They always spoke to each other, even though they never met up or talked on the phone. They both looked forward to their meeting on the train every morning and evening; even if Holly would never admit it.
It was one of those funny situations you sometimes see on television where both of the main characters are in love with each other but are frightened to death to tell the other, so they leave it to themselves in the vain hope they can forget about it, and they always get with another person but deep down they always want the original person. It was exactly the same here: Alex was madly in love with Holly and he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life; and secretly Holly was in love with him too, but the pitfall with her being so beautiful was that every guy in a twenty mile area liked her and kept asking her out. She always politely declined, citing that she wasn't ready for a long relationship or to be messed around with the self centred jocks that seemed to be all over the place. Holly always knew that deep inside, Alex was the most caring person she could ever know, and it was that that she loved him for.
Alex carried on running; all of that time spent trying to do his belt meant he would be lucky to catch the train, and then he would miss Holly. That thought made him speed up, and as he ran through a relatively quiet precinct he had to dive to avoid a little old lady with a basket. Thankfully he was a freefall master so executed a forward roll and carried on sprinting. He knew that if he missed Holly she would be mad at him for days, and that was the last thing he wanted when his real plan was to impress her and ideally win her heart. Alex knew that that would be a rather tall order, but he knew that if you want something badly, then you will stop at nothing to get it. So while he was sprinting like a cheetah on energy drinks, Holly was calmly sitting on the platform, sipping a coffee, one of her legs crossed over the other.
Holly was trying to impress Alex as well today; she knew that it was him that she wanted, but she was too nervous to utter as much as a word on the subject. Today she was wearing a black t-shirt and a matching skirt that came to just above her knees. Holly was always having random moments, and the fact that she was wearing rainbow striped tights and black boots showed that today was one of those days. She was also aware of two guys on the other side of the platform. They were you're typical geek stereotype: thick glasses, lots of acne, and wearing the type of clothes that you would normally only see on your grandfather if he had only been half awake when he dressed. They were staring in her direction from the other platform, laughing amongst them and winking suggestively at her. Holly was starting to feel uncomfortable, she threw them a look that would have put a serial stalker off, and silently wished that Alex would come soon.
Almost on cue Alex came sprinting into the station, and was dismayed to see that queue was longer than the line for pensions on a Friday. So to compensate he came up with a plan that he had wanted to try for ages. He stood by the ticket machine, and just as someone was about to walk up to the counter to get their ticket, he sprinted, slid under the ropes, slid his card along the desk as the machine came down to check the card, heard the acceptance bell and carried on running. I'd heard of queue cutting but that was just ridiculous. He then vaulted the barrier and ran towards the steps that would lead to the train he needed. Alex had been practising changing direction by jumping against a wall, and managed to pull the move off perfectly, and jumped about five steps, executed another barrel roll and ran over to Holly. That was when all of his fancy footwork stopped.
The bell rang in his ears as loud as it usually did. Even though it resembles a cat being tortured, it was the most relieving sound that he had heard all day. This was mainly because he was finally out of school, and he didn't have to listen to that teacher anymore. It wasn't that he didn't like him, but an old man talking in a thick Welsh accent starts to burrow into you after only a few minutes. Compiled with the fact he hated school in general and that he had the whole weekend in front of him to do anything he wanted, Alex breathed a massive sigh of relief and contentment. He looked around him, there were only a few people really paying attention, four at the back playing with their phones, and a girl at the front who had been staring in his direction for the last ten minutes. As usual the teacher was barking the homework out, but also as usual, nobody was listening, let alone coming close to understanding what the old man had to say.
He had to run from the classroom because he had to catch a short train from inside the town centre, and then walk about half a mile to his house. Well first, he had to groom himself, and make sure he was looking as he could, so he made a quick detour to the toilets. It wasn't that Alex was obsessed with his appearance, but it was so he could impress that girl that always sat on the train opposite him. He finished changing into his black shirt and royal blue jeans, and tied up his shoes, cursing as he tripped over his shoelaces. He got up quickly, dusted himself down, and brushed his long black hair into a sweep that stopped just over his left eye, straightened his black jacket, threw his bag over his arm and ran as fast as he could into town.
Running down the road, dodging as many people as he could, Alex was constantly thinking of her. He had been in love before, but he knew that he loved Holly more than anyone. Her dark brown hair came down just below her shoulders, she always had it straightened, and she knew he loved it. She always wore a small amount of makeup that brought out her hazel eyes perfectly, and she always had her heart shaped pendant around her neck. This was all that Alex knew of her, not only because he got off the train first, but the only other thing he could see of Holly was her black and white chequered shoes. They always spoke to each other, even though they never met up or talked on the phone. They both looked forward to their meeting on the train every morning and evening; even if Holly would never admit it.
It was one of those funny situations you sometimes see on television where both of the main characters are in love with each other but are frightened to death to tell the other, so they leave it to themselves in the vain hope they can forget about it, and they always get with another person but deep down they always want the original person. It was exactly the same here: Alex was madly in love with Holly and he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life; and secretly Holly was in love with him too, but the pitfall with her being so beautiful was that every guy in a twenty mile area liked her and kept asking her out. She always politely declined, citing that she wasn't ready for a long relationship or to be messed around with the self centred jocks that seemed to be all over the place. Holly always knew that deep inside, Alex was the most caring person she could ever know, and it was that that she loved him for.
Alex carried on running; all of that time spent trying to do his belt meant he would be lucky to catch the train, and then he would miss Holly. That thought made him speed up, and as he ran through a relatively quiet precinct he had to dive to avoid a little old lady with a basket. Thankfully he was a freefall master so executed a forward roll and carried on sprinting. He knew that if he missed Holly she would be mad at him for days, and that was the last thing he wanted when his real plan was to impress her and ideally win her heart. Alex knew that that would be a rather tall order, but he knew that if you want something badly, then you will stop at nothing to get it. So while he was sprinting like a cheetah on energy drinks, Holly was calmly sitting on the platform, sipping a coffee, one of her legs crossed over the other.
Holly was trying to impress Alex as well today; she knew that it was him that she wanted, but she was too nervous to utter as much as a word on the subject. Today she was wearing a black t-shirt and a matching skirt that came to just above her knees. Holly was always having random moments, and the fact that she was wearing rainbow striped tights and black boots showed that today was one of those days. She was also aware of two guys on the other side of the platform. They were you're typical geek stereotype: thick glasses, lots of acne, and wearing the type of clothes that you would normally only see on your grandfather if he had only been half awake when he dressed. They were staring in her direction from the other platform, laughing amongst them and winking suggestively at her. Holly was starting to feel uncomfortable, she threw them a look that would have put a serial stalker off, and silently wished that Alex would come soon.
Almost on cue Alex came sprinting into the station, and was dismayed to see that queue was longer than the line for pensions on a Friday. So to compensate he came up with a plan that he had wanted to try for ages. He stood by the ticket machine, and just as someone was about to walk up to the counter to get their ticket, he sprinted, slid under the ropes, slid his card along the desk as the machine came down to check the card, heard the acceptance bell and carried on running. I'd heard of queue cutting but that was just ridiculous. He then vaulted the barrier and ran towards the steps that would lead to the train he needed. Alex had been practising changing direction by jumping against a wall, and managed to pull the move off perfectly, and jumped about five steps, executed another barrel roll and ran over to Holly. That was when all of his fancy footwork stopped.
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