STOLEN

I stepped into my Literature class, feeling worse as ever, slipped into my seat, realising that Hayden was already seated beside me. He smiled at me and shifted his attention to Mr Smith who was now in the class.

"Alright class, I've done grading your poems and I got to say, I was impressed with some of you. However, there was really one that brought my attention to. I'd like Aiden to present his poem 'No Friend At All' to the class. Although his poem was about a broken friendship, I really thought it was a masterpiece. Aiden, please." The whole class erupted, applauding Aiden as he shuffled his feet towards the class. I almost applauded for him, but remembered we were not talking anymore; I let my hands free. 

He cleared his throat, clutched the paper tightly in his hands and started,

"I thought I had found the perfect friend,

 But it only took about a week for that to end,

 I thought there was hope left in my life,

 But as it turns out, it was only added strife,

 I thought for once I had done something right,

 But I quickly corrected that oversight,

 I thought I wasn't useless or a bore,

 But I was all that and even more,

 I thought there was a purpose to my days,

 But that was only a very short phase,

 I thought you weren't like all the rest,

 But like those before, you failed the test,

 I thought you would stay with me, at least for a bit,

 But you decided it was just better to quit,

 I thought life was worth living for a moment in time,

 But the life I wanted could never be mine,

 I thought the hunger inside me had been fed,

 But now I know I was just being mislead,

 And now I know that you were no friend at all."

The whole class went wild, whistling and cheering as he finished the last sentence. I got to be honest, his poem was really good.

"Now Aiden, as you can see, many people think that your poem is really exceptional. I'd like to know, what inspired you?" Mr Smith questioned him.

"Uh, I think it just came naturally to me..." Aiden answered mid-way then continued, "...but I really believe the poem relates to me a lot now." And at that exact moment his eyes directed at me. I knew what he was trying to do; he was trying to make me feel guilty about what happened between us. At that moment, the bell rang, making him look away. I pushed all thoughts about our sudden rift to the back of my mind. I packed up my books, picked up my bag and was about to leave the classroom when someone caught my arm. It was Hayden.

"Hey Mia? About the project, can we do it today?"

"Sure, where do you want to meet?" I asked him; I was already having a heart attack talking to him for barely a minute. I really wondered how I was going to survive doing a project with him.

"How about your house? If that is fine by you, of course," Hayden suggested. I thought for awhile and decided that my mum won't probably mind if Hayden went to our house.

"Okay then, see you later." Hayden and I exchanged addresses and realised that our houses are just three blocks apart which enlightened me very much. Great, I was seriously turning sappy.

"Mum! I'm home!" I shouted as I opened the door of my house.

"Mia, you're finally home," my mum walked out from the kitchen and gave me a reassuring smile. Okay she didn't notice that I didn't clean up my bedroom. Awesome.

"I've been noticing that you haven't been going to Aiden's house lately. Has he been very busy?" my mum queried me; patiently waiting for me to answer her.

"Uh, yeah. Yes, busy. He has been very busy..." I stammered, not really know what to reply. "Anyway Mum, we'll be having a guest today. My friend Hayden is partnering up with me for the Literature project. So he's coming over this evening at seven." She gave me a slight nod to, walked towards the kitchen but stopped halfway; turned around and gave me a confound look.

"Wait, why not Aiden? Hasn't he always been your partner?" my mum stated.

I shrugged at her, went inside my bedroom and locked myself inside.