The Gang leaders Girl COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 2

Pedia's POV

The bell rang, and people started filling in the class, and the teacher came after the last bell had rung bell had gone. Mrs Kethin was about to take the roll, and the principal came in without knocking; she had a new student, and he had brown hair, and I knew he was going to have brown eyes.

"Okay, class, listen up." Principal Gurm says.

"As you guys can see, there is a new student in this homeroom, and his name is Taylor," Mrs Gurm says.

"Make Taylor feel welcomed." She left the room, leaving an awkward-looking Taylor standing there by himself.

"Taylor, please go and take a seat next to Pedia." The teacher motioned her hand to me.

"Hey," I said when he pulled out the spare chair next to me.

"Hey." He's shy; what a cutie.

"I'm Pedia; this is my friend Tina," I said, motioning my hand to her.

"Hi, it's nice to meet both of you." He says with a shy smile.

"What class do you have first?"

"I have wood, English Lit." He says, looking at his timetable.

"We're in the same Lit class."

The three of us talked until the bell rang, which meant that our tutor had ended. I waited for Taylor to grab his things to make our way to Lit class.

When we walked into the class, Mrs Kelly called Taylor over, and he introduced himself to the teacher and the students.

"Okay, students, I would like all of you to settle down because we have a new student in our class, and his name is..." Mrs Kelly said and motioned his name to Taylor to say his name.

"I'm Taylor, I speak three different languages."

"Taylor, would you like to tell us what languages you speak?" Mrs Kelly asked.

"English, of course, a bit of Italian and, lastly, sarcasm." The class chuckled.

This is going to be a long year.

"You can go take a seat next to Pedia." So Taylor did what the teacher told him and made his way to where I was sitting.

I got death stares from girls.

"We are going to go over 'Runner', and we are going to discuss if Charlie did a good thing about running for Squizzy Taylor and if it was a good way to make money for his family. If you haven't read the chapter, then do that now, and for those who have done what they were meant to do for homework can write about if you were in Charlie's shoes, what would you do?" She went behind her desk and started typing away on her laptop.

I was in the same shoes as Charlie. What would I do? The real question is, how do I put myself in someone else's shoes when I have been through what he has been through.

Charlie had a supportive mother, while I have an abusive father who is unsupportive of whatever I do. So I was in my world that I did not even see that we only had 20 minutes left of class, so I started writing.

Imagine being 12 years old and having an everyday life with loving parents who support you in every discussion. As people like to say, a family that does everything together stays together. Imagine every time having that quote in your head and believing it and thinking that it was true.

Imagine one day you are having the best day of your life and the next, well, the worst day of your life. Imagine having someone you love taken away from you like the speed of light? How would you feel if that person were your everything and woke up one day and realised that they realised?

How could you feel if that person was the only source you could rely on? How will you live now knowing that this happened to them was your fault?

Sometimes things happen for a reason; it does not matter whether it is good or bad.

I finished writing that sentence; the bell rang; it was the end of class and time for food. Thinking about food made my stomach grumble; I packed up my things and waited for Taylor since his style was near mine.

"How did you find the class?" I asked Taylor as we walked to our next class.

"It was okay, I mean I'm not a big fan of English or writing, but it is easy for me to stay on task." He says with a smile.

"Well, this is where we part. Meet me here, my class is down there." I uttered as we stopped at his class.

"Okay."

I walked into class when the bell rang, thank God. I did not want after-school detention when I had work after.

"Okay, class, you know what? I showed the dem of how we were going to make our cheesecakes." Ms Green says.

Food went like a blur, and the next I knew was that I was biting into my apple.

"So, Taylor, how did you find the first two periods so far?"

"Okay, English Lit was fun, but the wood was boring. I'm changing so I can make food." He plays with his straw.

"I mean, if you did, you'd be in my class for food," I said.

"Guys, I have a free period after lunch." Unfortunately, Sky said I had forgotten that she was there.

"Me too." Taylor and I said at the same time.

"You know we should play 21 questions so Taylor can get to know us and vice versa."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Taylor says.

Not long after the bell rang, lunch was over. We walked to our lockers, and it turned out that Taylor's locker was right in the middle of Sky and mines class, which was good because I didn't have to walk on the other side of the campus.

Taylor and I grabbed all our things away since we had two study periods, but Sky got her one because she had one study. So we made our way to the courtyard and sat under a tree that had a bench around it, and we all sat on different benches.

"Not going first."

"Okay, I'll start then; what's your favourite colour?" Taylor asked, looking at me.

"I like purple," I said.

"Aqua." Sky says.

"How about you?" I asked.

"I don't have a favourite colour; I just like the shade black," Taylor says.

"My mum told me that black is evil. That it's the devil's colour along with red." I smile back at the old memory.

"When I meet your mother, I'm going to make sure that I tell her about the wonders of black." He says.

"She has passed away."

"I'm sorry, I won't bring up that topic again." He wanted to know, but he did not push it.

"It's fine, I'll tell you the story once the time has come." I lightened up the mood.

"You can take as much time as you want," he said.

We continue playing the game, and it turns out that Taylor hates pizza and threw up for it because he overate it. He has an older brother; he hates fake people, plays soccer and does many other things.

We talked about random things around the world and the media. For example, when we talked about how Kanye wanted to become president, he would change the world, making people wear Yeezys and listen to his music only.

"I mean, at least I would have the latest Yeezy," I said.

"His shoes are fine; I don't like his style. If I walked around wearing ripped clothing that he wears, people would think that I'm poor or something." Sky says.

We continued discussing how Tyga would become the uncle to his child. Finally, the bell rang, meaning it was lunch, and that went by fast, and now we were seated in our last class.

MATHS.

Mental-Abuse-To-Human class.

"After you have finished these questions, I put a worksheet for you to do if you're finished." Mrs Paul said.

"Don't be shy to ask for help from Pedia." She started doing God knows what. Maths was fun since I knew what I was doing, and before I knew it, it was the end of the day.

"I have work in 30 minutes," I said, walking out of class and making my way to the locker bay.

"Do we have anything due tomorrow?" Taylor asked.

"Nope, but I'm just going to read The Runner and gonna start studying."

"See you tomorrow." I pulled her into a hug, and Sky did the same.

"Time to go earn some shmoney."