Ok, my first story. It's a short 1st chapter, but I write short chapters, so bare with me. anyway, leave some comments and love pple!

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It was a long time ago, but Lyn could remember him perfectly. The "kid with no name", who had no friends, and always wore an evil look on his face. The kid with long white hair, raggedy clothes, and a very bad attitude.

Lyn was only about eleven at the time, living in Maryland. She was a tall girl, with short, choppy, brown hair, and blue eyes. She always took a walk around the neighborhood for the hell of it. Maybe she wanted fresh air, it didn't matter, she just wanted out of that house. It seemed more like a daycare center to her. Lyn would always pass the no-named boys junky house for some reason. She could see him looking outside of his window in the attic. She guessed that's where his room was. Lyn would simply look at him, and he did the same.

I wonder what he's thinking…

With that last thought, she walked off again.

Lyn was surprised to find that the boy was sitting in the shaded part of his porch one day. She knew that he rarely went outside; anyone that's even heard of the kid knew that.

"Hi…," Lyn tried to talk to him. But the boy said nothing. He only gave her a dirty look. That's when Lyn noticed a bad bruise on his face.

"Oh, are you ok?," She asked, worried.

He turned to her, and the only words that fell from his mouth were," piss off, princess."

The conversation (If you could call it that) ended right there. She scattered home, kind of hurt from the boys harsh words. Lyn didn't see him a lot after that, but the boy wasn't far from her mind. She would even hope to see him sitting on his porch again. After a while, he did start to sit on his porch. They would exchange looks again when she would pass by; she smiled at him, he frowned at her. The usual.

The last day Lyn had saw him sit on his porch was the day she spoke to him again, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"…is it true?"

"What?," the boy asked back, from the other side of the gate.

"I mean…," Lyn was now debating to herself whether or not she should even bring up the subject," Is it true that you don't have a name?"

The boy gave her a harsh look.

"I say it's none of your fucking business if I do or not!"

A cold chill went down Lyn's spine, and she quickly apologized before running off.

"Wait," the boy called back for her. Lyn looked back at the boy. He almost had an apology-look on his face. She decided to forgive him silently, and walked back to the boy.

"Why are you so nice?" he asked," where would it get you?"

"I'm only nice to those I don't know," Lyn replied with a smile," It'd be a bit strange if I kept saying "fucking" and "piss" to someone I didn't even know."

The boy smirked at her smart reply.

"So is it true about your name?," Lyn brought the subject back up.

The boy adjusted himself in place before answering.

"Well, if you met my "father", it would be "that piece of shit."

"Now I know where you get your charm," Lyn remarked, thinking of nothing else to say. She thought he would be mad at what he said, but instead he laughed.

"I made up my own name, though," He finally said.

"Really? What is it?"

"Otis. Otis B. Driftwood."

"Neat…I like it. Is Driftwood your parents name?"

"No," He said in a harsh tone," They're not my parents. Look at my birth certificate. You can't because there isn't one. I'm not alive. Thus, I have no parents."

Lyn was a bit surprised at his speech, stunned in fact. She stood silent. Otis looked up, noticing her reaction.

"It's ok," he continued," I'd rather not have my "parents" last name anyway. Terrible people."

"So, if your not in any records, you don't go to school?"

"No, they make me stay in the attic most of the time," Otis explained," There are thousands of books up there that belonged to my dead grandfather. He was a nice man. I spend my time reading all the encyclopedias and shit. I don't want to be dumb, after all, just because I'm not allowed to go to school."

"Why wouldn't you be allowed to go?"

Otis very well knew the answer. He wouldn't say it, though. He just looked at the sky, and replied," It's getting late. You better get home, or you'll end up getting snatched."

"That's a nice thought. Your so optimistic," Lyn smiled," alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

Lyn started to walk off. She was stopped again, however, by Otis, who walked to the farthest sied of the gate to see her.

"I didn't even get your name yet," he stated.

She smiled," Lyndie Ann Strode."

"Lyn…I like it.:

Lyn smiled again," Thanks," then walked on home with a smiled on her face, and a head still full of questions about the boy.