Broken Record.

Mr.Clarkson continues trying to cheer me up, the bell didn't ring so when afew pupils begin to spill into the classroom he stands from my desk, he leans down to give my hand a reassuring squeeze when I see a curly mop of hair spill through the door. Harry. Do I want to see him? No. He struts up to us.
"Rina.."
"Save it Harry" I snap at him, how dare he, I close my eyes and just imagine the satisfying pain of the cold metal slicing my skin.
"I can ex-" He continues.
"I think she asked you to save it Mr.Styles, please take a seat." Mr.Clarkson steps infront of me.
"Get away.Now" Harry growls.
"Last chance Styles." The teacher loses his cool and shoots Harry a frightening glare.















Just as....

Notes

Please don't be Ghost Readers! I would LOVE to hear your opinions, sorry for the cliffhanger!