Broken Laughter.

Part 1
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I trudged to school through the noisy mud. Why did it rain so much in England? My black wells were now brown and slowly letting the cold water seep in so that my toes were starting to shiver.
When I finally got to school I flung off my wellys and slipped on my scruffy black converse. Perfect.
I stuck my headphones on pretending I wasn't there. I don't like people to see, hear or think I believe. I'm a wall flower and I'm happy being one.
I walked down the corridor, eyes on the floor, don't attract attention. As I walked towards my locker I felt a body hit into the side of me. Well I hit into them. There was a loud crash as the person flew into the locker. I tugged off my headphones and stuffed them into my jean's pocket.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm such a idiot! Sorry!" I apologise over and over again. Everyones staring at me, noticing me, great my low profile is dead.
"Don't worry." says the figure still on the floor clutching their arm. I help them up and scan their face. It's a boy for one thing, even worse! He had midnight blue eyes, blonde locks with natural brown highlights that hung over his eyes lazily. Pink lips, rosy cheeks that you want to pinch like a baby's. His figure was pretty impressive, muscly arms and chest.
"Sorry." I apologise again but quieter,
"Don't worry it's only a graze" he says holding up his bare elbow,
"That's not a graze." I say calmly. He tries to look at the cut but as you know you can't see the end of your elbow without a mirror. I small laugh escapes me and he swings around in a circle.
"Hold on." I say pulling off my hood and scrunching it into a ball, I hand it to him like a bandage and he dabs his elbow,
"Bit of blood" I don't care about blood and gross stuff like that, I open my locker and get a small mirror out showing him his 'graze'. He winces, most of his elbow is now red from blood.
"Don't worry, here" I pour my all of my water onto his elbow, what a waste!
"Great first day." he laughs showing a perfect smile,
"New here then?" I ask, everyone had gone to lessons now leaving us alone in the corridor,
"Moved from London. I'm Harry, Harry Beauchump" I burst out laughing, Beauchump!
"I'm glad you find my name amusing." he smiles
"Sorry, I'm Imogen Night" I hold out my hand formally, he frowns and side-fives it?
"What's your next lesson?" Harry asks handing me back my hood the fronts covered in crimson blood. I stuff it into my locker,
"D.T graphics, you?"
"Same as you. Class 10?"
"Yup, come on I'll show you were to go." I say leading him down the corridor.
We get to class and are... Late.
"Sorry sir." I apologise walking into class and going to my seat with the bitch Josie who's sitting smugly on her seat next to mine,
"That's ok Imogen, don't do it again. And who's this?" he asks me pointing toward Harry who's standing awkwardly at the door in the class.
"I'm Harry sir. I'm new here." he says
"Ah Harry Beauchump, from London?" a small ripple of laughter escapes from the class, Harry blushes slightly, and I smile at him reassuring him that they're no that bad. I lie, they're terrible.
"Yeah." Harry says looking down at the floor,
"Ok go and sit next to Imogen and Josie." he hands Harry his yellow D.T book. Harry slumps in his chair next to me so that he's facing the wall. It's a square table by the way! Mr Thorn does the register, my name is last as usual. By now I'm lost in thoughts.
"Imogen? Hello?" he repeats several times before I recognise it.
"Yes sir? Can I help?" I mumble still half in my own thoughts,
"Are you here?" what a stupid question, he's talking to me, it's not like he's talking to a wall!
"No sir. I'm lying in bed eating a chicken at a mental hospital" I say casually, still staring out the window.
"Oh really? Good fun?" I know he's smiling but trying to be stern.
"Yep." I sigh. I like Mr Thorn, he treats me like a friend, not a ditzy student.
"Well the way your going you'll be in a metal hospital any day" buts in Josie. This doesn't really effect me, I get it every day. The class bursts out laughing at the pathetic joke.
"Josie silence" says Mr Thorn. I go quiet and feel that pain in my stomach when people make fun of me. The rest of the lesson goes slowly. I tune out and listen to all the birds outside, flying freely, not a care in the world. I sometimes wish I was a bird.
"Imogen time to go." Harry's voice breaks my trance, I notice the whole class has left.
"Oh yeah." I say swinging my nag over my shoulder lazily. We walk out the class, it turns out we have all the same lessons. We sit outside out English class heads against the wall.
"You should probably find some friends." I say truthfully,
"Arn't you my friend?" he asks smiling, I'm his friend? If you how I felt it would look like this XD times 100!
"If you want to be friends sure. But people won't like you" I smile back at him, a frown emerges on his brow
"Why?"
"Because people consider me weird, so they won't like you for hanging around me." I shrug
"Oh... I don't mind. I like you anyway"
"Thanks. I guess I like you. Your not that bad" I tease.
"Haha funny. I'm laughing my head off." I chuckle to myself. I like this boy.
"Posture" I say, Harry's slumped into a ball so I push his back into a straight line. He makes his lips pucker like a posh person and I laugh, this boy can make me laugh? Amazing!
"Mum taught me manners before she.." I nearly let it slip. My smile fades and turns into my normal face. Dull.
"Before she?"
"What- oh don't worry." I sigh blinking a few times washing away tears. They run down my face which I automatically wipe away.
"Your crying?" says Harry, turning my head so that I'm facing him,
"No biggy." I wipe away another one that has escaped,
"Tell me what happened." demands Harry his eyes boring into mine.
"If you must know my Mum and Dad split up when I was 5. Mum had to look after 4 kids. She couldn't take it. When I was at school, she killed herself, drank bleach. I was 11 then and she left a note saying to look after all my 2 brothers" I say it quickly, but I can see that Harry hears it all.
"I'm so sorry Imogen... I didn't know. Hold on wait, you said 4 kids you, and three siblings, you said two brothers."
"I have to look after Johnny and Peter, they're 14 I'm 16. But Danny has left home now, he's 20 now."
"Oh I see... Don't you live with a foster family."
"Nope." I say, my sorrow has long gone.
"Then where do you live?"
"I'll show you, come on" I say picking up my bag and helping Harry up.
"But we have a lesson now."
"You gotta bunk now and then" I say truthfully.
"The house is awesome!" I say leading him down the stairs and out of the school.