As the day went on, Erin kept waiting for her second to last class to roll around. When it finally did, she looked for Michael in the halls near the class, but he wasn't there. She walked into class looking for him, But he wasn't there either. Thinking he would come in at any minute, Erin kept watching the door. The bell rang, and still no sign of Michael.
What if I gave him a concussion?! She yelled to herself in her mind.This isn't right. something wasn't right. Every minute of science felt like an hour. Every time someone came back from the bathroom(which a lot of people did because no one liked science) she felt her heart skip a beat, and then go back to normal, when she realized it was just some kid.
After a while, she stopped looking at the door when it opened or closed. Relax. She told herself. He probably just went to the doctor or the dentist. The door opened again, and again she didn't take her eyes off of her notebook. But what Mrs. Brink said next did.
"Michael!" Mrs. Brink half spoke half gasped. I looked up at him. His right eye purple, a a deep gash that was stitched up on his forehead. Erin stared at him feeling dizzy. And vomited.
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The misfits: A Michael Clifford fanfic
RandomErin Parks has never been been apart of something. She was never apart of the populars, or the band nerds, or the weirdos. No matter if it was strange or not, she was just never apart of anything and didn't even have one friend Michael Clifford was...
