A Boy and His Guitar

She walked through the halls silently. She wouldn't talk to anyone, including when teachers called on her in class.

"She needs help," Carly whispered oh-so-silently so Clarity could hear her. Layla, who genuinely did want to be Clarity's friend, stayed quiet.

Clarity ignored the whispers and stares from everyone she passed. She just wanted to get on in life, to actually leave this place behind her. Clarity was doing better in her studies now, and her teachers told her she would graduate this year.

Clarity stopped when she saw a pair of shoes in the way. She looked up, and Niall opened his mouth to say something, but he was just too late, because Clarity had already moved past him and was walking away.

Niall was confused. What had he done? Why was Clarity so mad at him?

At the end of the day, Clarity was walking home. She carried her messenger bookish by her side, though she clutched the thing for dear life.

Flashes of her rough times in America. Was it going to happen again? In a whole different country, too?

Clarity found herself an hour away from her house. How long had she been walking? Where was she, anyway? Why was Ireland so confusing?

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She slammed the door closed, dropping her bag, and fidog her mother in the kitchen making dinner

"Mom, I want to go back to America."

Notes

There you go! I'm so sorry about the hold, I just couldn't update this one for my life! Promise more chapters will be coming out!