Tobias Breakwell

“So what? You’re just going to leave? Do the past three years mean nothing to you? We had it all planned out Ty!” I swallowed as Naomi’s eyes began to leak over with tears,  

“It’s a great opportunity!” I enthused,

“It’s a seven hour car journey away!” she burst beginning to sob, “It’s our last year at school and you’re just going to leave? Just like that! No second thought!”

“I’ve thought long and hard about it,” I explained calmly trying not to wrap my arm around her shoulder and kiss her comfortingly. This had to be done, I’d been putting it off all week and I knew that once I broke the news to her, she wouldn’t forgive me.

“What’s wrong with the school we go to now? How is DMA any better?!”

“Naomi… it’s the best school in the country and I get to go there for free!” suddenly she seemed to have anger pulsing out of her, she slammed her palms onto my chest and yelled.

“Well go! Just go!” I took a step back but didn’t leave. She began to crumble in front of my eyes and I held onto the door handle to stop myself going back on my decision.

“Long distant relationships are easy, loads of people do them!” I tried to smile but settled on a grimace, Naomi didn’t reply as she took a slow deep jagged breath. “When I told you we were going to have a future together, I meant it,” I told her slowly, her eyes met mine but they didn’t warm. “I love you Naomi, I’ve loved you since the day I met you, no measure of distance is going to change that!” I spoke in earnest but it sounded smoothed and rehearsed. “I love you,” I repeated.

“It’s either me or the school,” she said meeting my eyes with conviction in her own. I swallowed and she watched my Adam’s apple disappear and reappear. I inhaled slowly through my nose. My mind was racing. Her eyebrows began to mash together and fresh tears appeared. “I’m sorry, I’ve obviously asked you too hard a decision!” she was on the verge of shouting. “I’m going to make it really easy for you!” She ripped the ring I’d given her off her finger and thrust it in my face.

“Naomi…” I began,

“Get out! Get out!” she screamed. I backed away and closed the living room door, her mother watched me with narrowed eyes as I left the house. I got out the front door and began to run. I ran all the way back to my house, a seven mile jog. I arrived back and jumped in the shower. I let the water pour onto my head in the vain hope I would forget what had just happened.

“Ty!” I heard my mum calling. I got out the shower and towel dried my sandy brown hair.

“Yeah mum?” I asked popping my head out the bathroom. She had a letter in her hand and she looked worried.

“I miss read the letter, DMA’s term started today!” my eyes widened with the news.

“What?!” I burst.

“I’ll start packing your things, get dressed and be ready to leave in an hour!”


Nine hours later I arrived at Dartmoor Manor Academy, it was dark and I couldn’t see what the building looked like. A few lights from inside illuminated my way to the large entrance door. I picked up one of my suitcases and tucked a rugby ball under my arm. Mum carried the other case and we reported to the reception.

“Tobias?” the receptionist checked whilst yawning,

“Yeah,” I smiled.Good, they’re expecting me.I thought.

“You’re in room 51,” she handed me a key, “in the West Wing, here’s a map.” She handed me a map and pointed to it. Mum and I followed the instructions through the dark corridors and up the staircase which evidently used to be used for servants into room 51.

“It’s nice,” she smiled putting the case down, “roomy, bigger than your room back home.” I nodded in agreement. Mum turned and smiled, “I’m going to miss you Ty,” she said tearfully. She pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. “I’ve got to start driving back, I have work tomorrow, bye love.” We exchanged a goodbye and with that she was gone. I sat slowly on my bed and looked around the room: a wardrobe, chest of drawers, desk with a chair, a double bed, bedside cabinet and some shelves. The room was red and so was my duvet, the clock on the bedside table said it was 2:00am. I groaned and kicked off my shoes. I’d sort everything out in the morning…

The End

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