Sunday, 4 November 2012

Dissertation - Second Draft

I have another meeting with my ECP supervisor tomorrow. This time we will be discussing my Second Draft. I can't tell whether I am more nervous than last time or not. I feel proud but there's this sicky feeling in my stomach; I just know that I've made silly typos or written something completely wrong or edited it badly. Especially towards the end of this draft I start to lose focus and it goes a bit...well the only word I can use is: wibbly. Oh well. What's done is done and I'll find out what she thinks tomorrow. Eep!

It's 3,000 words longer than my First Draft, that means that I'm over halfway through my dissertation already and it's not due until the 11th of March next year. Boom! But it will still require tonnes of editing. Fun.

You'll probably want to read the draft before seeing what my supervisor has to say, so here it is (bearing in mind it is around 6,000 words long, but a good read!):


Perry could see the man again.
The man with no eyes, deadly sharp teeth, and red raw skin. The man that only he could see. Perry spotted him stood at the end of his road, as if he were a friend waiting to walk to school together. Perry hesitated before hurrying back to his house. As he closed the front door sharply behind him his mum called out from the kitchen.
   'Back already? Did you forget something?'
   'Yeah, my maths book,' he yelled back as he ran up to his room.
Perry didn't even bother telling her the truth.
He'd tried telling her before. But neither his mum nor dad believed him. They thought it was some imaginary friend, and his therapists thought it was a manifestation of a repressed childhood memory. Perry knew they were all wrong. One, fourteen was way too old for imaginary friends. Two, he’d had a perfectly happy childhood, what could he have repressed? This was definitely not something his mind had made up. He wasn't crazy.
He couldn't stay at home for too long, his mum would get suspicious. Leaning out his bedroom window he couldn't see anything down the street. With his insides knotting themselves, he made his way downstairs and out of the house. He opened the front door slowly, praying to anyone that the red-faced man would be gone. His mum heard him leaving and called out after him. ‘Bye dear, have fun at school.’
Perry left the door on the latch as he snuck to the edge of the garden and peered down the street. It was empty. The red-faced man was gone. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He could still make it to school on time if he ran. Though he didn't know why he was in such a hurry to go to school. The red-faced man would probably be waiting for him there too.
Lenore sat in the headmaster's office. But for once she wasn't in trouble. She was the new kid. The secretary had said that Principle Brocklehurst would be with her shortly. She'd already been sat there for ten minutes. It was a typical headmaster's office, lots of books, even more certificates, and comfy chairs to make it 'inviting'. The most interesting thing in the office was an aerial photo of the school and the surrounding area. Manor House College was the smallest school Lenore had ever been to, and she’d been to a fair few. She got out of her comfy armchair and walked over to the wall to have a closer look. She spotted where she lived quickly. It had only been a couple of weeks since she'd moved to the village but she already hated it. It was such a dead end, nothing ever happened. She looked over the photograph once more. There was the Ebony Woods on the left and the Moors stretching across the top. And there, right on the edge of town, up a winding path and surrounded by trees was a large house. Lenore leant in to inspect it closer.
The door slammed open and Lenore leapt back from the photo. Principal Brocklehurst was a large man, whose shirt barely contained his bulging belly. His podgy face was flushed red and he stared down at Lenore with an annoyed look.
   'Why are you in my office?'
   'I'm the new girl, Lenore Scribe.'
Mr Brocklehurst's expression changed from annoyance to pleasure instantly, just like everyone's did once they heard her last name.
   'Miss Scribe, what a delight. You must excuse my tardiness, there was a problem with maintenance,' he said. But Lenore saw the large cookie and doughnut that he had hastily put in the top drawer of his desk. He settled down into his oversized chair and motioned for her to sit in one too. She took one last look at the photograph. The large house on the edge of town was no longer there. She let out a gasp.
   'Like it, do you?' Principal Brocklehurst asked. 'Taken a couple of years ago, got some coupons out of the paper.'
   'There was a house right there, but now it's gone.' Lenore jabbed at the photograph making it wobble. Principal Brocklehurst flinched.
   'Please refrain from knocking it, Miss Scribe. I would hate to have to charge your father for a new frame.' Even as he spoke Lenore saw the look of greed spread across his face. Lenore settled back into her chair, sure that the house had been there.
   'Now, Miss Scribe, the rules are simple here: Don't break them,' he said making himself laugh. Lenore gave a feeble smile. 'Being serious, don't make trouble and you won't get into trouble. Am I clear?' he asked giving her a stern look.
Lenore had seen that look on many headmasters’ faces. She didn't make trouble, the trouble found her. She nodded anyway.
   'Good. I don't think we'll be having any problems with you, Miss Scribe.' He smiled pleasantly. 'Off to class now. I have a lot of work to do,' he said but Lenore saw his eyes flicker towards his desk drawer filled with treats.
Lenore left the office and asked the secretary how to get to class. It was going to be a long day.
Perry was lucky for the rest of the morning and didn't see the man once. He started to feel relaxed; he was even able to work out the hardest math equation for once. It was during fourth period English class that everything went wrong.
He loved English class, even if his teacher, Ms Allen, was one of the strictest teachers he'd ever had at Manor House College. She sat at the front of the class seemingly engrossed in marking their Shakespeare essays from last week, but Perry knew she was paying attention to everything that was happening in the room. No one messed around in Ms Allen's classes. Though sitting next to Perry was Gregory, who wasn't doing his work at all. He was doodling what looked like lots of eyeballs in his text book. He would be in trouble if Ms Allen saw that. Perry fiddled with his pen before writing vigorously about the conventions of autobiography. He had written nearly two pages when the back of his neck started to prickle and his palms went clammy.
As if he was being forced, his head turned to the classroom window. Outside, stood in the middle of the rugby pitch, was the red-faced man. His skinless lips peeled apart, forming a sinister grin. He lifted his arm and pointed his red, scabbed hand at Perry as if he could see straight into the classroom to where he was sat.
Perry couldn't help it. He yelped, jumped out of his chair, ran across the room and yanked down the blind. Ms Allen's head snapped up from her desk. Her eyes narrowed behind her thick glasses. Perry had sagged against the wall in relief but his body tensed again as he faced the class. Every eye was on him. One of the boys at the back of the class sniggered under his breath.
   'Typical paranoid Perry behaviour.’ He nudged his friend who fought to contain his silent laughter. Perry could feel the whole class whispering about him, calling him names behind his back. ‘Paranoid Perry! Paranoid Perry!’ they would yell at him at lunchtime. Someone let out the smallest of giggles.
   'That is enough!' Ms Allen screeched. The class came to attention immediately but Perry noticed that some of the kids had tears in their eyes from holding in their laughter. Perry faced Ms Allen, not sure who was more terrifying; her or the red-faced man.
   'What is the meaning of this, Mr Prince?'
There was a long pause before Perry blurted out. 'The sun was in my eyes.'
Ms Allen surveyed him over the top of her glasses. The sun was clearly not in his eyes as he was on the far side of the classroom. His hands twitched nervously so he shoved them in his trouser pockets.
   'Very well. I understand,' she said at last and Perry's hopes rose. 'But everyone will stay behind for ten minutes to make up for all the time you wasted with your elaborate display.' The whole class groaned as one and glared at Perry as he made his way back to his chair. The only person who didn't seem to mind was Gregory, who was still drawing eyes even though his pen had run out of ink.
Lenore had struggled through the morning with the curse of being a new kid. She could tell that people were constantly talking about her. The students were judging her by her looks and the teachers were judging her by her name. She could hear their tone of voice change from bored to impressed as soon as they read out her name on the register. When the bell rang for lunch all Lenore wanted to do was go home.  She had thought about simply eating her lunch in the toilets, where she wouldn’t be disturbed, but she knew she had to be strong at school.
She entered the dining hall and was bombarded by the sound of hundreds of students talking.  She quickly scanned the room. The whole of the school’s population was crowded under one roof, including the staff. She had no idea where to sit. Each table was already packed with big groups of students. There were big, beefy boys in sports gear jostling each other. There were groups of kids with their text books out doing extra science and maths equations. And a group of girls crowded together but all on their phones, totally ignoring each other.  Lenore didn’t think she would fit in with any of them. In the far corner she spotted a single empty table. A safe haven. She was about to hurry over when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Lenore looked at the dainty hand that clung to her with a death grip, the painted nails digging into her skin. She switched her gaze to the owner of the hand. Blond hair, perfect make-up, and a smile that was more predatory than it was friendly. 
   ‘Hey, I’m Cathy and you’re the new girl right, Eleanor, is it?’ The girl’s smile gleamed brightly.
   ‘Lenore actually.’
   ‘Right, right. So, my girls and I were thinking you could sit with us. You look pretty lonely.’ Cathy widened her highly mascaraed eyes sympathetically.
Lenore looked to the two other girls. They both smiled and nodded. Cathy’s grasp on her wrist tightened.
   ‘Thanks, that would be great,’
Cathy’s grip loosened and Lenore pulled herself free. Little half-moon shapes were etched into her wrist. She set her bag down on the floor and pulled out her lunch, very aware that all three girls were watching her intently.
   ‘Sorry, what were your names again?’ Lenore asked.
   ‘She’s Jay,’ Cathy said pointing to the girl with long curly black hair. ‘And she’s Liz,’ she said as the girl with dead straight mousey brown hair wiggled her fingers in greeting.
   ‘Can’t they talk or something?’
   ‘Of course they can, silly,’ Cathy said, once again speaking for them. ‘So Eleanor-’
   ‘Right, right. Lenore, whatever. What’s your story?’
   ‘My story?’
Lenore’s tummy twisted. How could they know about that?
   ‘Yeah, you know, where’d you live? What do your parents do? Any hot older siblings?’ At this all three girls burst into giggles. Lenore sagged in relief, they didn’t know after all.
   ‘I live up near the woods, Fay Grove.’
Cathy let out a gasp.
   ‘Fay Grove? Wow, you must be minted.’
   ‘I guess.’
   ‘If you’re so rich, why are you wearing that?’ Jay finally spoke.
Lenore looked down at her old torn at the knee jeans and the Stones t-shirt that used to belong to her mum. She was about to ask what was wrong with her outfit when she saw something that made her heart plummet.
A man stood by the dining hall doors. Not a student or a teacher. He was something from a nightmare. Lenore’s stomach convulsed and she thought she was going to vomit. The man’s lips were torn back to reveal deadly sharp teeth. The flesh on his face had peeled away leaving only twisted holes instead of nostrils and raw slices of bloody muscle. And even though his sockets were empty black pits Lenore knew he was looking straight in her direction. The worst was the colour of his skin. It was a red, like freshly spilt blood.
Lenore turned from the man desperate to forget what she’d seen. Cathy, Jay, and Liz were all watching her, waiting for her to defend her choice of clothing. She wasn’t surprised that they couldn’t see this horrific man, no one ever could.
   ‘Hey, are you all right, you’ve gone super pale?’ Cathy asked.
Lenore couldn’t help it; she took a deep breath and looked back to the dining hall doors. The man was gone.
   ‘Sorry, I gotta go.’ She leapt from the table, ignoring the three girls’ cries of surprise.
By the time Perry and his classmates were let out of class most of the other students were already in the dining hall. The rest of his class hurried off eager to meet their friends. Perry headed in the opposite direction. He never ate in the dining hall; he had no one to sit with. Instead he found an empty classroom and hoped that any teachers that found him would have enough mercy to let him stay. Today he chose a classroom that was as far away from the rugby field as possible. He ended up in the Geography department and found comfort in the maps that covered the walls. The world was so big that surely he couldn't be the only person that could see scary things for no reason. Right?
He settled into a chair and pulled out his lunch. Tuna sandwiches on brown bread as usual. He had only taken one bite when he heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. Busted already. He waited for a teacher to burst in and tell him to get out and 'play with his friends'. The footsteps got louder and louder, faster and faster, then flew right past the classroom. Surprised, Perry put down his sandwich and crept towards the door. He opened it carefully and winced at its loud creaking. He left it a few seconds before he dared to look down the corridor. His stomach flipped at what he saw.
At the end of the corridor, closer than Perry had ever seen him before, was the red-faced man. The bite of tuna sandwich that Perry had eaten threatened to come back up again. His mouth was still stretched into the lipless grin with more sharp teeth than any normal human should possess. His black sockets were directed at a girl Perry had never seen before.
She was unlike any of the other girls at school. She was wearing a pair of scruffy jeans, an old band t-shirt, and her dark hair was tied into a messy ponytail. She stood only a couple of feet away from Perry, staring hard at the red-faced man. Perry's heart stopped.
Someone else could see him.
Perry jumped as the girl spoke.
   ‘What are you?' Her voice was loud and strong. If Perry had ever spoken to the red-faced man it would have come out in a squeak.
The red-faced man didn't reply, which only seemed to make the strange girl angrier.
   'I said what are you?'
To Perry’s shock, the red-faced man glanced at him, his empty sockets boring into him. His grin lengthened further across his face, revealing even more sharpened teeth. He turned back towards the girl and Perry instantly knew something was wrong. He took no chances. He raced down the corridor and barrelled into the girl. They both went crashing into an empty classroom just as the red-faced man thundered past. Before he could turn around, Perry slammed the door and began pushing tables and chairs in front of it. He was just about to add another chair to the pile when the girl yelled at him.
   'What the hell, man!' she exploded.
Perry took a couple of steps back, afraid she was going to hit him.
   'Sorry,' he muttered. 'It's just that, well, you were in danger.' Even he knew that sounded lame. He resisted the urge to hang his head. He wanted at least one person in this school to take him seriously. To his surprise the girl didn't laugh.
   'Wait, danger. You saw that man too?'
Perry's brain did a double take. Millions of thoughts flooded his mind and he tried to say them all at once resulting in a single word that sounded like 'blerugha'.
   'Calm down,' the girl said. 'I'm Lenore.'
   ‘A new girl?'
   ‘Yeah, and you are?'
   'Perry. Perry Prince.' He held out his hand then smoothed back his curly hair instead. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice.
   'Perry, cool.' Lenore was silent for a while, like she was trying to work out what was going on. Perry was finding everything just as weird.
   'So you can see that red-faced man, too.'
   'Yeah, every day for the past month.'
   'A month? And he follows you around like this?'
Perry shuffled uncomfortably, unsure whether this girl Lenore was making fun of him or not.
   'Well, I used to just seem him standing around; I’ve never seen him move like that before.’
Now he really expected Lenore to burst out laughing. Call him Paranoid Perry, just like everyone else. Instead she simply nodded.
   'And that's why you rugby tackled me in here because you thought he was coming for me?'
Perry nodded and smiled sheepishly, still expecting her to be mad. Instead she was moved the table and chairs away from the door, which was much worse.
   'Hey, what are you doing? He could still be out there!'
   'We have to go out some time,' she said simply as she reached for the door handle.
   'And what are you going to do once you're out there? Just stare him away?' Perry asked in a sudden burst of confidence.
   'I guess we'll find out.'
The door swung open and Lenore stepped out into the corridor. Perry held his breath. Nothing happened. He stepped out next to her. The corridor was completely empty. Just then the bell rang and hundreds of students flooded the corridors. The red-faced man was nowhere to be seen.
Lenore couldn’t believe it. It had followed her here, of all places. She should have realised something was strange about this place as soon as that house disappeared from the photograph. She walked side by side with Perry. He had offered to walk her home as her Dad was too busy to pick her up and she still didn’t know her way around yet.
   ‘So, Perry, lived here long –’
   ‘I don't know why I see him,’ he cried out suddenly. Lenore jumped at how loud his voice was. He realised this continued on quietly. ‘One therapist said it was a manifestation of a repressed memory, but I haven't had any bad experiences. My life's been pretty normal up until now.’
   'If it was repressed you wouldn't remember it,' Lenore said, in an attempt to be helpful. A worried frown creased his face instead. Lenore wanted to slap herself. 'What I mean is it's not a manifestation of a repressed memory, I can see it too, remember?'
   'Oh yeah, obviously.'
Lenore laughed at Perry's relieved expression.
   'I guess you've seen plenty of therapists then.'
   'Yeah and Doctors, and councillors, and hypnotherapists and exorcists. My parents want to help but they're not very good. I think they've given up now.'
   'At least your parents want to help,' Lenore said darkly. She noticed Perry's questioning expression and quickly changed the subject.
   'So what table do you sit at?'
   'Excuse me?'
   ‘At lunch, where do you sit? I don't see you sitting with the rugby players.'
   'God no,' Perry laughed. 'I don't really sit anywhere; I find an empty class room instead.'
His cheeks flushed. Lenore didn't blame him; she'd been close to running off and eating lunch on her own, too.
   'Well, hey, we can eat lunch together now. I saw an empty table at lunch time. We can form our own group.'
   'You'll be a social pariah if you hang out with me. It will be Paranoid Perry and Loony Lenore before you know it.'
Lenore thought back to Cathy and her two cronies. 'That's fine with me.'
He held out his hand and she looked at it oddly. His face flushed again.
   'Shake on it.'
Lenore took his hand in hers and gave it a firm shake. At least if she got into trouble this time she wouldn’t be on her own.
Greg Sullivan had never liked his granddad. Although he would never admit it to anyone. Every time his mum told him that his granddad would be visiting he felt the dread settle in his stomach. His granddad wasn't like ordinary granddads. He never told funny stories, or gave him money, or even commented on how big he was getting. He would simply arrive, sit down in the red armchair, and order Greg's mum around. Even when she tried to talk to him all he would do was grunt. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was his eye. He had been blind in one eye ever since Greg could remember. No one had ever explained why he was blind and Greg never dared to ask. It was a taboo subject in their house.
So when Greg's mum said that his granddad would be staying for an entire week Greg seriously considered running away. Same as usual his granddad collapsed into the red armchair and ordered Greg's mum to get him a tea: no milk, no sugar. Greg sat on the sofa on the other side of the room watching his granddad and thinking of the blank eye; how did he get it? And why did nobody want to talk about it? His granddad sharply looked at him, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. Greg immediately stared back at the TV.
   ‘What you looking at, boy?’
   ‘Nothing, Sir,’ Greg mumbled.
His granddad grunted in reply. Greg didn’t stick around long after that, he ran upstairs to his room and shut the door with a snap. If only he had a lock too.
The eye plagued his mind more than usual. That night while he slept on the sofa - his granddad always got his room, another reason to hate his visits - his thoughts kept returning to the eye. So white and milky, like a full moon in a cloudless sky, or a greedy vulture stalking it’s pray. When he closed his eyes he could still see the eyeball. It watched him in his dreams.
Even at school he could see it. It was the circle equation during maths, the petri dish during science, and the football during lunchtime. His mind would wander during class and when he finally snapped back to reality he found eyeballs staring at him from his notebooks. He had covered every page in drawings of eyeballs. His chemistry teacher Mr Waldman had written a note in his dangerous red pen saying ‘See me after class. We need to talk about this’. Greg had legged it from class as soon as the bell rang. He even ignored Mr Waldman calling after him. He knew he’d be in big trouble the next day.
When he arrived home he was relieved to think that in twenty-four hours his granddad would be gone. No more staring vulture eye. Then he walked into the living room and saw his granddad sat in the same red armchair, the relief vanished and anger seared through his veins instead. Surprised at his rage, Greg ran upstairs to his room. At dinner he avoided looking at his granddad but he could still feel the eye upon him and the throbbing rage in his head grew.
Greg hid in his room until it was time for bed, then he slunk down the stairs without a glimpse at his granddad. He tossed and turned on the sofa for hours but the feeling that he was being watched never left him. The eye, it was there. Through ceilings and walls it could see him. Greg didn't know what came over him; all he knew was that he had to stop the eye from staring. He crept to the kitchen and picked the largest knife from his mum’s knife rack. It would be quick, and then it would be gone.
He took the stairs two at a time, careful of the creaky one. The door was ajar and Greg was sure that the eye knew he was just outside. With the knife thrust out in front of him, Greg pushed the door aside slowly and entered the room. His granddad was asleep and yet the eye was still open, Greg could see it gleaming in the darkness. He was pulled towards it. He raised the knife up high above his head, the sharp tip pointing directly at the offensive eyeball. Greg plunged the knife downwards into the socket just as his granddad's other eye popped open.
Lenore met Perry at the end of Haworth Road to walk with him to school. Her dad had already gone to work before she’d even woken up. He didn’t get back from work until she had gone to bed. She hadn’t got a chance to tell him how her first day of school went. Somehow she knew that he wouldn’t care anyway; just as long as she wasn’t kicked out again.
They arrived at school and went their separate ways. Perry’s first lesson was History on the other side of school while Lenore had Geography. Walking down the corridor, Lenore couldn’t help looking over shoulder. This was the place she had seen the red-faced man last, could he still be here?
Lenore hurried to her classroom and chose a chair right in the middle of the room. The rest of the students were all busy talking excitedly amongst themselves. With no one to talk to, Lenore settled into her chair and eavesdropped on the other student’s conversations.
   ‘Yeah, in the eye.’
   ‘With a knife?’
   ‘I heard an axe.’
   ‘No way.’
   ‘Yeah way.’
 Miss Scatcherd entered and told them to quieten down yet the gossiping continued.
   ‘Excuse me,’ she bellowed. ‘I said be quiet. Now, Geography books out please and no more talking.’
Lenore shook herself, whatever they were talking about sounded ridiculous. How could you hit someone in the eye with an axe? However similar conversations took place throughout the day. Every time Lenore tried to join in the group of kids would give her a strange look and walk away. The curse of being a new kid still clung to her.
At lunchtime, on their newly claimed table, Lenore asked Perry what everyone was talking about.
   ‘It’s pretty grim,’ he said nervously, picking at his tuna sandwiches. ‘A kid, Greg, killed his granddad last night. And to think, I sat next to him in English class.’
   ‘A fourteen year old kid killed his own granddad, why?’ Lenore’s stomach turned; the axe? Surely not. ‘How did he do it? Was it with an axe?’
   ‘I heard some of the teachers talking about it earlier. Apparently he stabbed him repeatedly in the face and gouged out his eye.’ Perry put his hands over his eyes as if to protect them. ‘And I think it’s bad when I get soap in my eyes.’
Lenore smiled and instantly felt bad. A kid had killed someone, this wasn’t a laughing matter.
   ‘Did you know Greg; did he seem like the murdering type?’
   ‘Not really, but what fourteen year old seems like the murdering type?’
   ‘Yeah, I guess. It just seems like a weird thing to happen.’ Lenore looked around the noisy dining hall. ‘Do you suppose it has anything to do with the red-faced man?’
Perry visibly paled.
   ‘Oh, I really hope not.’
They continued to eat their lunch but Lenore didn’t feel hungry anymore. She stuffed her sandwiches in her bag and gazed across the room. Cathy and her cronies laughed over a copy of Hello as if a kid hadn’t gone crazy and killed his granddad. She scowled at them although she was secretly glad they hadn’t tried talking to her again. They must have seen her with Perry and thought she was ‘Loony Lenore’. It was while she was staring across the hall that she suddenly noticed a man sat at the table with the rugby guys. Not the red-faced man. He still stuck out like a sore thumb though. He was pale and skinny with dark brooding features. His outfit looked like something straight from the Victorian era, complete with cravat. And he was staring straight at her. She let out a gasp and grabbed Perry’s arm.
   ‘Do you see that?’
   ‘See what?’ he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
   ‘That man sat on the rugby table. Next to…what’s his name?’
   ‘There’s no one there, Lenore,’ he said. Then noticing her terrified expression added, ‘Sorry.’
Lenore knew that Perry really was sorry. He understood what it felt like to see something that no one else could see. Yet Lenore was sure she wasn’t being loony. She looked back at the table but the man was gone, with the rugby team pushing each other around, totally oblivious.
Perry thought Lenore was being particularly quiet on their way back from school. They walked together until the crossroads then he would start his trek up the hill to his house. Perry was slightly jealous of Lenore’s house on Fay Grove. Everyone knew that’s where the rich families lived. Though Lenore didn’t act stuck up like the rest of the rich kids did, and Perry liked that.
That day, though, Lenore barely said a word. Perry tried to keep talking but he quickly ran out of things to say. He understood that Lenore was still worried about the strange man she had seen, not to mention Greg the Granddad Gouger, which was what kids were already calling him. He wanted to tell her not to worry even though he knew that was very hypocritical. He was just glad he hadn’t seen the red-faced man today.
Perry felt that if he left Lenore long enough she would eventually talk. And he was right. He was about to say good bye and start his trudge up the steep incline of Northanger Road when she turned to him.
   ‘That man, do you suppose he had anything to do with Greg?’
   ‘The red-faced man?’
   ‘No, the new one. The one that only I can see.’
   ‘What do you mean? Like he could see him too?’
   ‘Maybe, it’s just freaky you know.’ Lenore shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
Perry attempted a reassuring smile. He was sure that it came off as more pained.
   ‘It will be fine?’ he offered uselessly. Lenore managed a tiny smile before waving goodbye and slopping off down the street. Perry watched after her until she turned the corner and was gone.
Wayne Egaeus had a niggling feeling. It had been growing in him for the past week. A cross between thinking he had forgotten something and being mad at someone. Wayne knew what it felt like to be mad at someone. The doctors his step-dad had sent him to had told him that he had ‘anger issues’ and that he should channel his ‘unhealthy rage’ into sports. Now he was the best full-back on the school’s rugby team. He’d been okay since then. No outbursts, no fights, nothing. He’d even got himself a girlfriend. One of the hottest girls in Manor House College. He could tell the rest of the team were jealous. She had gorgeous green eyes, a deep glowing tan, and a fantastic figure. Wayne knew he wasn’t the best looking guy, one of the reasons for his rage, but with Berenice on his arm he felt like a god. Yet this niggling feeling kept reminding him something was wrong. It was two days since that kid had freaked out and killed his granddad and Wayne was getting sick of everyone talking about it. He found he was getting sick of everything, even rugby. He had argued with his teammates, snapped at the coach, and even aimed a kick at a black cat that had crossed his path that morning. He knew seeing Berenice would make it better.
That Thursday evening he met up with Berenice in their usual spot, on the edge of Ebony Woods. Her parents didn’t like Wayne much; they thought he was a thug, so they always met up in secret. Most people found the woods eerie. Wayne thought it was dirty; place for kids to smoke and drink but Berenice insisted it was romantic.
She was already sat there on a fallen tree waiting for him when he arrived. She smiled up at him. Wayne loved that smile. She had the whitest teeth he had ever seen. And they were perfectly straight, too. They were like tiny pearls nestled in a luscious mouth. Wayne bent down to kiss that mouth. If he really did have anger issues then Berenice was his balm. Well, she usually was. Even after kissing her the niggling feeling didn’t go. He collapsed onto the tree next to her.
   ‘What’s up, hun?’ she asked giving his bicep a squeeze.
Wayne grunted in reply and snatched his arm away. Instantly Berenice’s eyes filled with tears. Even in his mood he couldn’t ignore her tears.
   ‘I’m sorry, babe. Just got a lot on my mind.’
   ‘You’re not the only one,’ she snapped.
Wayne sunk to the ground in front of her not minding that he’s jeans would be covered in mud. He took her hands in his.
   ‘What’s wrong?’
   ‘My parents. They’ve just told me we’re moving.’
Wayne felt like he’d been tackled by the biggest rugby player in the world.
   ‘Nah, Babe. You can’t leave me. You wouldn’t.’
   ‘I’m sorry but we’re leaving next weekend. At least we have until then.’ She looked up at him with her large green eyes, tears sparkling in her lashes.
   ‘And then what will I do without you? Without your smile?’
Berenice gave him a teary smile.
   ‘I’ll leave you a photo. And I’ll call you every night.’
Wayne felt something in his head snap. The niggling feeling had finally come to something. She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t take her beautiful smile away from him. He wouldn’t let her. What would he do about his anger issues? Berenice seemed to sense something was wrong. She started to get off the fallen tree and back away but not fast enough. Wayne leapt to his feet. He used all his weight as he slammed into her, forcing her to the ground. She kicked and struggled beneath him.
   ‘You can go, Berenice,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘As long as you leave your smile.’
Berenice didn’t even have the chance to scream.
Perry didn’t know what he was going to do. He heard the teachers talking again while he’d been hiding from a group of kids screaming ‘Paranoid Perry’ at him. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but their sombre tones had attracted his attention.
   ‘Two accidents in one week.’
   ‘And they’re sure it was the Wayne boy?’
   ‘He confessed. He was completely devastated though, out of his mind just like the other boy.’
   ‘Probably drugs then.’
All the teachers agreed but Perry suspected it was something much worse than drugs.
He’d been cautious around Lenore, he knew she was still worried about the man she had seen but in the past couple of days she seemed to be getting over it. He knew he had to tell her though. She was bound to find out anyway, the way gossip flew around the school.
When Lenore sat down at their table Perry looked away. He couldn’t do it. He knew he had to but he didn’t want to upset her.
   ‘Lenore,’ he started in a shaky voice.
   ‘Yeah, I already know. I heard one of the rugby players, Joe, crying earlier about it. Said he’d break by nose if I told anyone, didn’t care if I was a girl. Great person.’
Lenore sounded better than he thought she would. The tension seeped from his body.
   ‘You know what this means though?’ she added in such a serious tone that all the tension flooded back.
   ‘Rugby players have no morals?’ He laughed pathetically. Lenore carried on as if he hadn’t said anything.
   ‘I was right, that man has got something to do with it. And we have to find out what.’
Perry’s stomach dropped. How did he know that she was going to say something like that?

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