I Fell In Love With a Monster…
CHAPTER #1
I sat at the back of the class. It was quiet. Calm. I could just drift off in my drawings. I was alone, well almost. There was one other person who chose to sit with me. He had dark red hair. Hair the color of blood. He was pale and frail. He scarred me. Every time I looked at him, a chill went down my spine. Some part of me felt bad for him though. He was always alone. Always so quiet and misunderstood.
I stopped my pencil on the paper. I needed an idea. Something to draw. I looked around the room, but everything seemed so boring. So thought out. I turned to the lonely figure in the corner of my eye. It was the boy. He too seemed to be drawing something, but I couldn't see what it was from the other side of the room. He was perfect. Unplanned. He had a look on his face that was undesirable. A mixture of sadness and disturbance. I just sat there staring at him… wondering who he was. What he was like. I decided I was going to try o get to know him. As I sat there staring, I could suddenly sense an uneasy feeling in the boy. In one quick movement he lifted his head. In an instant, he was looking at me with his bright blue eyes. My eyes widened. I panicked and begun scribbling all over my picture, trying to cover up my interest. I don't think it worked.
At lunch time I looked around for the boy. He was nowhere to be seen. But I needed to talk to him. At least find out his name. Just then a tall shadowy figure hovered behind me. It was Shino. He pushed me down into the dirt and punched me in the stomach. He said I was useless and ran off with my lunch. This would happen every day… he was right, I was useless. I couldn't even stand up for myself.
I sat under a shady tree during recess. I didn't have any one to hang out with. I had no friends… I picked up a stick and started drawing in the sand. A pair of shoes walked up to and stopped just in front of my drawing. I looked up. It was the boy! He was holding a crumpled paper bag.
"You forgot this."
His voice was gentle and soft. He handed me the torn up lunch bag. I just sat there. Confused. He got my lunch back for me? But why? He sat down beside me. We sat there for a while. Staring at the clouds. Then he asked me my name. It was weird. He was the one doing all the talking. But he seemed so shy. I answered. Then asked him the same question. His name was Gaara…