Hello everyone! I recently started watching Horrid Henry again and felt pretty nostalgic.This is a high school au fan-fiction I had been thinking for a while.The story will be uploaded on Wattpad as well every weekend, the same as here. Enjoy the first chapter!
✨ BROKEN HEARTS BOULEVARD✨
Chapter 1: It all started when
The sun rises above the busy city of Ashton, once more the children are getting ready for school. Summertime is almost here. The weather is only getting warmer and everyone anticipates to hear the last bell of the year.
Henry rubs sleepily his tired eyes before taking his lighter out of his back pocket. He searches for his cigarettes inside his school bag not paying attention around him.
-You shouldn't be ditching. A familiar voice says making him look up for a moment.
-I could say the same to you. He replies unamused as the young woman sits next to him. She smiles warmly at him taking the lighter from his hands.
-I came because I knew I would find you here. She admits furrowing her eyebrows lightly. Henry looks at her with the corner of his eye. She has been doing this since she first moved into the neighborhood, always trying to help no matter how bad the situation was. He finds this habit of hers kinda irritating but she is one of his closest friends and he respects her beliefs.
-Does that mean if I skip class, you're gonna do the same? He asks already knowing the answer. She nods resting her back on the wall receiving a slight groan from Henry. He knows she is doing this on purpose. She is actually an excellent student and her grades are high, unlike his, which are below average. A few moments of silence pass with them just sitting next to each other.
-You know what Dee? You're pretty damn annoying. He finally murmurs quietly making her laugh. After a while they decide to head back to school. That old woman will be furious if they don't attend another one of her classes.
-And I thought I wouldn't see your ugly face today. Guess I was wrong.
-Don't you have anything else to do Margaret? He asks her annoyed. She crosses her arms, blocking his locker.
-Battle-Axe is on her limits. I hope you get suspended.
-Not today. The boy says in a monotone.
-One shall keep dreaming. She replies sarcastically. She gives Dee a glare before allowing Henry to open his locker. The young woman watches her as she leaves. She never liked Margaret's bossy behavior and egoistic personality. She always wanted to be in charge and even treated her own friends in a selfish, impolite way. Henry opens the door seeing it's half empty, the lesson hasn't started yet. He takes his seat next to Linda while Dee sits next to Ralph, as usual.
-What's wrong? He asks her not liking how serious she appears to be today. She points at Margaret who sits on the front desk. Ralph furrows his eyebrows. Sometimes he wonders why everyone's childhood friendships got corrupted at some point. Henry and Margaret stopped hanging out when high school started due to their competitiveness. There is no more the Purple Hand gang, he doesn't even want to come out of his room lately. It's a wonder he continues coming to school.
Dee rests her head on the palm of her hand wishing is was summer already. Students are pretty stressed because of the upcoming exam period. They wait for time to go by so they can go home and study even more. Getting into university seems to be a major thing adding more pressure. A few minutes later the door opens once more and Battle-Axe enters.
-Mister Henry, what made you change your mind and attend my class? She asks in a sarcastic tone. He looks at her silently, he is used to getting humiliated. The rest of the students lower their heads trying not to laugh, apart from Dee. The old woman notices her stare but decides not to say anything, at least not for now.
-Take out your literature books and turn to page 52. Now! She exclaims strictly. Ralph lets out a groan. He doesn't like literature, not even a little. What irritates him even more is that Battle-Axe prefers to read and explain poems. No one likes poetry, except for some of the girls, including the one sitting next to him.
-Gurinder read! The young woman stands up quickly with the book in her hands.
-It doesn't scare me where this pencil does not leave ink but traces of melted sky nor does it frighten me how instead of paper I write on your body, warm amoeba from fragrant chamomile, all around, everywhere. It only scares me where someday, I'll write on paper again, poems in ink. Most of the boys have a disgusted expression on their faces. Margaret sticks her tongue out pretending not to like the poem.
-Wonderful Gurinder, you may sit down. Battle-Axe says getting up from her seat.
-Gross. Henry whispers under his breath.
-You have thirty minutes to write down what this poem is about and your opinion whether you agree with the poet or not. Your time starts now. She hands a piece of paper to every student. This is one of her ways to maintain piece and quiet in class knowing how much they dislike poetry.
-I hate that woman. Ralph murmurs rolling his eyes.
-This one should be quite easy since you're a teenager. Dee says making him look at her kinda confused. How can she like all that bittersweet crap? It's nothing more but words talking about idiotic things like love. That's the moment Ralph realizes what Dee meant. That's the hidden meaning of the poem.
-How did you find out so quickly? Have you read it before or something?
-What is the thing we might get ourselves into without realizing but as time goes on we don't want it to end? He raises an eyebrow hearing her question. Is this a kind of trick? Is she trying to tell him something?
-I can't think of an answer now, will you tell me? She lets out a slight chuckle before focusing on her task.
-You will find your answer sooner or later.
-But we only have half an hour! Please, Dee!
-Silence Ralph! One more word an you're going to analyze three poems for homework. The boy immediately lowers his head. When is this terrible woman finally going to retire? He glances at Dee one last time before trying to figure what she meant with that mysterious question.
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I hope you liked it! If you have any kind of questions let me know.
The poem Gurinder reads does not belong to me, it belongs to Greek poet and author Chloe Koutsoubeli.
See you next weekend for chapter 2!