The beginning...I wander through the halls. 'This school is so big...or is that just the students?' I chuckle to myself and turn into my next classroom on my schedule. It was fourth hour. I had met the teacher before. Many times before. She had gone to my church many years before. Her and her family. A friend of my sister was once smitten with their son.
I walk in farther, clutching my binders and textbooks with all my might, shaking from being so nervous, and perhaps from missing out on breakfast that morning... I pick a random spot and sit down, waiting for the teacher's instructions.I notice the upperclassmen. So tall. So social. >
The bell rings and the teacher walks in incredibly cheerful. My tension eases up a bit and I relax. She explains that normally we put our books on the computer counter to the side of the room or on an empty table. I glance over to look at all the computers. I instantly cheer up more. Technology. I know how to work a computer better than I know how to walk. I hope and pra
The Shadow Boy -- chapter fourPOV switch:: Chassidy's perspective -- first person
I had hurried home from the park earlier. It was true that I had to get up early the next morning. I planned on cleaning my apartment out. It got so dirty so quickly. Everything I owned was a great collector of dust. I changed out of my day clothes as soon as I got home. A memory of a familiar face burned in the back of my mind as I slipped off my socks. It was his. I still had feelings for him. It had been about two years and seven months since the accident. I tossed a sock across the room. I felt accountable for what had happened. I got mad at him and locked him out that night. I threw my last sock at the wall in frustration. It was a hit-and-run. Now he was in a coma because of me. The doctor's said there was an eighty-five percent chance he'd never awake. Jude had been there when I was down in the dumps. He was very understanding and consoling. I stripped off everything else. I felt another being's presence but disregarded it. I p
Coffee twist:: Unrequited plz?I sat down at my usual spot in the coffee shop with my anti drugs in hand, a freshly made frappuccino and today's paper. I skimmed through articles of the newest happenings as I waited for her. Erin. We had dated for about three years. I ran into her at this very shop. She spilt her coffee all over my brand new shirt. She was so shocked and apologetic. She even offered to clean my shirt for me. I fell in love with her that day. It seemed so long ago now. I loved her to bits. She always knew exactly what to say to cheer you up when you were down. And her laugh--oh her laugh--it was true music.
The little bell over the shop's door rang. I looked up from the paper. Kyle walked in through the door. He looked around the shop for a second and noticed me. Kyle grinned as he walked over to me.
"Hey little Mikey."
...Mikey...I always hated it when he called me that. It's Michael, and occasionally Mike, but never Mikey.
I smiled and shrugged it off li