What To Do?

I open the big, brown door and stare inside the large room. There is a large desk in the right hand corner facing the door, sitting behind it on a comfortable, leather chair is the stern but kind headmaster. His He is unaware of my presence in the room. As soon as he hears the heavy weight of which is are footsteps across the carpet he jolts his head up and looks at me. I gulp as I wave my hand nervously at him and forcing myself to smile. Ms Pippins, my teacher is standing right beside me makin sure I do not try and leave the room.

"Ms Pippins." The principal say's moving his head a bit to look at her. "How may I help you?" He smiles at her like there is something about the two that no one knows about. A twinkle shines in his eye as he looks up and down at the woman.

"Atchaco here was in a fight." Pippins said casually. Sifting her hands behind her back, trying to stop herself from doing something concerning him.

"Who was this fight with, Atchaco?" He moves his head in my direction and raises an eyebrow. His head surprisingly is still lite up with a smile, as if me going into a fight was not really bad thing for me to do.

"It was with Andrew Einstein, sir." I say as a make a weak smile at him. Afraid of what was going to happen next. "please don't be mad at me."

"It was only a matter of time before something like that happened." He both laughed and sighed at me. He was still smiling at me. Why was he being so nice.

"Before something like what, sir?" I asked, utterly confused with his reply. I doubt that anyone else gets this kind of treatment from him, I mean so many people are scared of him, and the man that I am seeing is not an unfair man or one to be scared of.

"Before you would attack Andrew. I mean he did help with the murder of Sheriff Principal Serch Cornwall." He looks down at his desk and does not look back up. He shakes his head and then puts it in his hands. "Please go now. I will deal with Andrew. Make sure he doesn't bother you again." I left the room and closed the door, but I did not move. I put my ear against the door and listen to what they are saying.

"What about her punishment, sir. Surely you must punish her for what she did. She did start the fight, not him." She could here Ms Pippins asking the headmaster in anger, she believed that everyone should get fair treatment, and I believed that to.

"Yes, I know but she had a reason to fight. He is the cause for what happened. He did stalk her. She was just angry at him and I do not blame her. Now please may you leave so I can get on with my work. I will deal with the boy." I hear footsteps as Pippins comes closer to the door. A run to my class as she comes out of the door. She looks down both hallways and shrugs her shoulders. Then she turns left and goes to her class.

A week later

It is break time and once again I find myself in the playground trying to find Andrew. I really want to say sorry for how much of a jerk I have been to him but a part of me – a big part of me does not want to. It is said that what I did was correct, and I think that too. Then why do I want to say sorry? Well because my mother said, 'Treat people the way you want to be treated.' So, it does not matter what they do, you should be nice to them because then it might get better. Cause most people only be mean because people have been mean to them.

I walk over to behind the building where Andrew normally sits. He is not there, and he has not been for the past week. He has not been to school for the past week and I do not know why. I slump down on the ground and say a little prayer – for god to make sure that Andrew is okay. I then stand up and walk back inside and sit down on one of the couches. I do not register for someone to come over and sit beside me.

"Hey Atchaco, are you okay. I mean you have not really been doing anything. Not been you usual charming self." They say. I turn my head to see Riley sitting beside me. Her long ginger hair falling on her shoulders and letting her chestnut eyes clisen in the light.

"Hi, Riley Longbottom. How are you?" I ask still looking down at my legs, not wanting to see her pleading eyes trying to get me to be normal, whatever that was.

"You're not answering my question, but I am okay thanks for asking. Though I am worried about you. We are all wondering if you are okay. I mean it was 4 weeks ago. It can't possibly still effect you."

"Every day when I wake, I get reminders that he is gone. The laugher and playful arguments are gone. Everything that makes us a family is gone. Life doesn't feel like it was."

"That's because it isn't. Life is never the same every morning you wake up." She replies, just trying to comfort me.

"Not in that sense. My dad was a funny, carefree type of person while my mother was serious. I am bored every time I go home. It is why I make the most of the time I spend here."

"We are all sorry. We didn't know that, but do you need anything. Is there any way of cheering you up? I mean we cannot have you. Like this forever."

"Not that I know of, sorry Riley." I look up at her with a faint smile and she stood up, understanding what I meant.

"It's okay. Just remember if you need anything and we mean anything just ask us okay. We promise to do anything if it means that it will cheer you up." I grind but then she added. "As long as what you want isn't against the rules or illegal. Your father would never want that even if it was for him."

"Yeah, your right. Thanks for the talk." I said. Riley left down the corridor. Here puffy yet curly ginger hair flowing behind her. I was about to get a book a to read when I hear the bell for lessons go. I sighed as I got up, picked up my bag and left to get to lessons, not that my mind or body was into it.

Later – at lunch

I sat down on the grass by the rugby pitches. Riley came running after me followed by some other people that I did not recognise. They all came and sat around where I was sitting. I was about to get up and move somewhere else because I really wanted to be alone but one of them yanked my shirt and pulled me down, making me hit my head. I sat back up and eyed them. They were smirking and rubbing the back of their head.

"Sorry about that." They said stretching out their hand. "I'm Arthur by the way." I look at Arthur. His face looked so smooth and soft. His eyes twinkled like the stars and I was put in a trance by them. His hair was a little bit messy but it made him look cool, he was my prince charming. Suddenly, he waves his hand in front of his face and I was pulled out of my trance and back into the real world. He was smiling and I could see all of his perfect teeth staring back at me.

"Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something, also not wanting to be mean or anything but I would rather be left alone so if you tell me what you guys want then I can be on my way." I say getting myself more comfortable and looking at them with desperation for them to go away, but desperation for Arthur to stay near me, to comfort me and make me feel happy and no longer alone in this world.

"We were wondering who you were going to sit beside on the long bus journey to camp next week. Arthur here wanted to sit with you, didn't you Arthur?" Riley said, laughing. I could tell he was feeling uneasy by what she said, proably because it was a dare, no one would willingly st next to me, I was the odd kid at the back of the class, no the cool popular one that was the centre of attention. Though I did not mind that, I like being different.

"Do you really want to sit beside me, Arthur or are they just trying to be mean. Doing it as a dare?" I ask him kindly.

"I'm doing it as a dare. I heard that not a lot of people manage to sit with you because the get either bored and fall asleep or get hurt by something you say or do. Sometimes it's because they try and sit with you but you so something that means that they can't." Arthur said, I was stung by his words but something inside me said to play along, to not show my hurt, to just be kind to him that he isn't as bad as I assume him to be.

"I'm not an enthusiastic fan of sitting with people. I prefer to be by myself, sitting alone in a room with a dim light on, but I do not mind sitting beside you, Arthur. I will not hurt you. I can promise you that." I say, trying my best t make t not sound like I love him but by the many sets of eyes looking at us, I can tell that it has failed so I just ignore it.

"Thanks. So, I will see you by the front of the bus next week?" He asks me.

"Yes, see you next week then Arthur. I am going to get my stuff sorted out for lessons. I only carry what I need for what I have." I say as I stand up and go back to house. I am starting to like this, I think me and Arthur might, just might have a future.