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I knew I was hindering myself but could never bring myself to do anything.
All fantasties I had about potential scenarios with any one of these girls hinged on my confidence, which was disappointing lacklustre, and deep down I knew this could prevent anything and everything from happening. My right eye itself was pretty red and looked like I had been crying..was surrounding by a sea of purple, slowly turning a darker shade. With my gelled up hair and ruggish attire, I looked strangely attractive. "Ah unlucky...that's not gonna do wonders for your reputation..you're going to have to walk into history with that showing, loud and proud to the whole room." "I know, not looking forward to everyone begging for the gossip." "I'll try and shield you as we go in" he offered.
I was glad for my lateness as I wouldn't have to walk through corridors full of kids staring at me and gaping as they noticed my face, but then realised I'd have to walk into my class, full of people who would see my straight away. There were gasps from people dotted around the room as my face came into view, despite me doing my best to shuffle hastily to my seat. " "Oh um" I stuttered, not wanting to get myself into trouble or inform more people of the embarrassment I had suffered.
"I walked into a locker" I said, very unconvincingly.
I just left it and looked at myself again in the mirror. I sighed, knowing the inevitable questioning that was going to come from almost everyone I would see. "That's ok" he said understandingly, "Try not to be late again though please." He was one of the more lenient teachers, I was not surprised by this reaction.
I walked out of the toilets and started walking towards my history class, the bell for the end of registration and beginning of classes had already gone a few minutes ago. However, Alan was not an invisibility cloak and couldn't block off the gazes of the entire room of 25 students. Your eye's black and there's blood all over your face and shirt!
"Now come on Rick, there's no need to hide from the culprit.
My attempts to clean it up in the bathroom had been successful but it appeared the bleeding had not stopped during the last five minutes.Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all I thought to myself, and half smiled at the stupidity of that thought. We had arrived at the room, and Alan walked in first. I had hoped the class may not have properly started yet and people were still talking, but it seemed as though the lesson had literally just started and the teacher, Mr Smith, was introducing the day's topic, so all eyes were on the front of the classroom; unfortunately, this was where the door was situated.I proceeded to wash my face for a few minutes and tried to sort out my shirt, a little blood had dripped onto it, which was pretty difficult to wash out. "Oh hey Alan," I glumly said as I turned the corner of the corridor and my friend (who hates football) came into view. "Sorry we're late sir" Alan said, trying to distract the attention away from me.There will be more coming in the Harry Potter series too shortly. It had barely been four hours into the first school day of the new academic year and I had already got myself involved in a fight. The bell for the end of lunch had just gone and we were playing the standard golden goal rule...other year groups were playing on other parts of the field and a kid in the year below walking by had unnecessarily smashed our ball away, guffawing to his mates as he did so.I confronted him and demanded he goes and gets the ball for us.