Working Progress

Chapter 3

Let's explain something about Prim, she is American even though she has lived in England on this street her entire life. Her parents were both American, thus, her influence with the accent. Thomas had met her when he was a young.

Thomas had been about seven when he saw the new girl. She had her hands over her face as if she was ashamed of herself. Thomas had asked if she was alright. When he got no response, he nudged her. She suddenly jumped up, and blinked.

"Did you wake me up?!" She asked angrily.

"Yes, Sorry." Thomas was about to walk away so she didn't hit him, when she grabbed him by the arm.

"Thanks, I'm Prim!" She smiled a crazy smile.

Thomas smiled at how little she had changed.

"What?" She asked starting to walk backwards so as to see him better.

"Nothing," He sighed. His phone suddenly buzzed, and he saw the reminder.

Take Irene to Work

Thomas sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What's that?" She asked. Thomas looked down and shook his head. "No, really! If something is upsetting you, tell me!" She said taking the phone out of his hand. "Who's Irene?" She asked.

"No one...at least, not anymore." Thomas tried to take his phone back, but Prim began running away. Thomas sighed, and ran after her. Prim ran down the road, and through her backyard. She came upon a tree, and stepped out of her shoes. She began climbing. Thomas ran right by, but suddenly backed up after seeing her raggedy old sneakers laying in a heap near the base of the trunk. He looked up, and saw her. They made eye contact, and he made a "Come here" Gesture. She shook her head, and began snooping around his phone.

She searched "Irene" in his phone, and a thousand things came up. She started with the pictures. There was a full file. Thomas seemed to be having a good time with her in them, next she moved on to the music. There were a few songs she knew, but the majority of them were totally random. Slowly she found out who this girl was. She looked through the text messages, and saw all the "I love you"s, and "See you later"s. She sighed, and looked up. Suddenly Thomas was there.

"THOMAS!" Prim smacked his arm, "You could've told me you have a girl friend! And you have to take her to work!" She said, "Were you just gonna blow her off?!" Prim furrowed her brow.

"No," Thomas suddenly got all defensive, "She was my girlfriend. Now she can't remember who I am." He took his phone, and started deleting the pictures, and songs.

"WAIT!" Prim shouted, "You could show her those, and maybe she'll remember!" Prim hit his arm, and started climbing down.

"Oh," Thomas said. He climbed down after a minute, and ran literally got ran over by a different girl. She had blonde hair, and bright green eyes.

"OH JEEZE!" She said as she backed away from Thomas, who was on the ground. Prim helped him up, and looked over at the girl.

"Thomas, this is Violet. Violet, this is Thomas." Prim said.

"OH JEEZE!" Escaped her lips again, "Are you alright?" She asked. Thomas nodded, and held out a hand.

"Look, buy me a drink first!" She chuckled nervously. She suddenly grabbed his hand, and shook.

"Sorry about her, she get's nervous around people." Prim said, "Mainly male people." Thomas chuckled, and looked over at Violet. She was still shaking his hand, and smiling like a lunatic.

"VIOLET!" Prim yelled. Violet snapped out of it, and let go of his hand.

"Sorry," She said.

"Hey, you got a cigarette I could have?" Prim asked. She knew full well Thomas was a smoker, and was hoping he had some.

"You smoke?!" Violet yelled. Thomas, and Prim both shushed her.

"Yeah," Thomas said pulling out a box. He handed Prim one, and took one for himself. Violet was horrified.

"You never told me about this!" She said, "And we've been at school together the WHOLE time!" She frowned.

"Well, I knew you'd squeal, and so I had to keep them hidden!" Violet's eyes widened.

"You mean you had them in the room!" She said. She hit Prim's arm, "You're gonna get lung cancer, and die! The two of you!" She stomped away.

"Hey, I better go! You have a girlfriend to take care of, and I have to unpack, and stop her before my mom knows about the smoking!" She said. Thomas chuckled, and waved as Prim ran off. Thomas decided to go home, and get something to eat. As he walked over to the house, he remembered what manner he left in. He walked around the back, and climbed up the tree.

"Mum, got any food to eat?" He asked. He walked down the stairs, and saw his mum standing in the kitchen. She was holding the phone, and breathing heavily. As though she'd been crying.

"Thomas?" She asked. Thomas nodded, "She's gone into a coma."