When you live in a school surounded by a couple hundred other students, you
realize how much you loved your privacy and alone time. Luckly, like most
teens, most of my classmates prefered the tv and rec room scene. That left
me with the orchard. It was rare for me to find any one else here besides
me. I would get away as often as possible.
I remember the fight I had earlier in the day concerning me and Kitty. I
really don't know what started it. All I remember is one minute we were
doing just fine the next we were at each others necks. I guess that's what
happens when you share a room with another teen.
well as it turns out I have a chance to get my own room. Afew of the other
students have graduated according to Professor and are going to be
attending a college down state. That means the olders student's can get
their own rooms.
The rest of the day sucked so I went for a late night stroll.
I was rather shocked at finding some one in my orchard late that night. I wasn't having the best day. I was bored and fell asleep during some stupid home ec class everyone was required to take. Hey you would fall asleep too. I ended up with detention with Logan. It wasn't so bad. But now a guy in my orchard.
He was hanging from a banch and dropped into the concealing shadows of the tree. I ran to see who it was. It was hard to see and he seemed to be able to sink into the shadows. He must be hiding behind the tree. Trying not to get caught.
I rounded the tree! He was gone.
A whisper in my ear, "Lookin for Gambit, chere?"
I turned as fast as I could. But he grabbed my arm and slammed me into the tree.
"Sorry bout dis, chere. Not'in personal."
A gloved hand went over my mouth before I could cry for help. His grip to tight to prevent me getting loose. As he carried me off I couldn't help but notice his scent. Cigarettes, wine and a scent all his own.
He put me in the passenger seat of his old black truck. I tried to get out as he went around to his side of the truck but the handle was jammed. The man slammed into the drives. I finally could get a good look at him. If I wasn't havin' such a bad day I would have thought he was cute. His dark brownish red hair and dazzling smirk made me catch my breath. That's when I noticed his eyes. Red on Black.
"Well chere now dat we be far 'nough from da school Gambit'll ungag ya as long as ya promise no yellin'. Gambit no like dis job."
I agreed only because the gag tasted like sweat and dirt.
"So, if ya don't like this job, let me go."
"No, Gambit can't do dat."
"That your name? Gambit?"
"Oui. An' you be Rogue. Gambit sorry."
We went the rest of the ride in silence. We came to a plane parked in the middle of no where and boarded. I knew to day was going to be a very bad day.
I was rather shocked at finding some one in my orchard late that night. I wasn't having the best day. I was bored and fell asleep during some stupid home ec class everyone was required to take. Hey you would fall asleep too. I ended up with detention with Logan. It wasn't so bad. But now a guy in my orchard.
He was hanging from a banch and dropped into the concealing shadows of the tree. I ran to see who it was. It was hard to see and he seemed to be able to sink into the shadows. He must be hiding behind the tree. Trying not to get caught.
I rounded the tree! He was gone.
A whisper in my ear, "Lookin for Gambit, chere?"
I turned as fast as I could. But he grabbed my arm and slammed me into the tree.
"Sorry bout dis, chere. Not'in personal."
A gloved hand went over my mouth before I could cry for help. His grip to tight to prevent me getting loose. As he carried me off I couldn't help but notice his scent. Cigarettes, wine and a scent all his own.
He put me in the passenger seat of his old black truck. I tried to get out as he went around to his side of the truck but the handle was jammed. The man slammed into the drives. I finally could get a good look at him. If I wasn't havin' such a bad day I would have thought he was cute. His dark brownish red hair and dazzling smirk made me catch my breath. That's when I noticed his eyes. Red on Black.
"Well chere now dat we be far 'nough from da school Gambit'll ungag ya as long as ya promise no yellin'. Gambit no like dis job."
I agreed only because the gag tasted like sweat and dirt.
"So, if ya don't like this job, let me go."
"No, Gambit can't do dat."
"That your name? Gambit?"
"Oui. An' you be Rogue. Gambit sorry."
We went the rest of the ride in silence. We came to a plane parked in the middle of no where and boarded. I knew to day was going to be a very bad day.