I stood up and gripped onto the desk next to me, I tried to move, but my legs were shaking like crazy and refused to stay put. I wobbled over to the door, so embarrassed I never wanted to go back into this classroom. I could feel everyone's gaze on me, all of their hateful looks. I ripped open that door and walked outside, not looking back. I sat myself right next to the door, and let the tears poor from my red eyes. I heard a door crack open, I didn't dare look to see whom it was. I clutched onto a hand that was stuck in front of my face and it dragged me down the marble covered floor.
I finally opened my eyes all the way to see him. His hazel eyes set on mine. He took his jacket sleeve and ran it across my eyes. I practically fell into his open arms, letting him stroke my hair and tell me I was forgiven.
Yo.
I'm Matt, I guess you've stumbled upon this short little prelude/insight (I guess...) to a little story I've been writing since 2005. I had about twenty chapters written from 2005-2007 (no free time WHAT-SO-EVER), but twelve of them were lost when I had to move from Detroit to California. So, I've been trying to rewrite chapters 4, 5, 6, 8, 12, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, and the prewrite, and I've only rewritten the prewrite and chapters 4, 5, and 6. I apologize for my untidiness, if you knew me you'd know I can't keep track of anything.
So I'll be posting (probably, if college and work don't keep me) one or two chapters every week.
Thanks for your time.
-Matt
I grabbed a hold of his shirt and held onto it, making sure I didn't fall over. Now he was whispering reassurance in my ear, telling me it was okay, it wasn't my fault. I tried to believe it. I just couldn't. I held on tighter, trying to calm myself down. I wasn't doing such a great job, probably making myself more insecure. I managed to hear his whisper:
"Don't you worry, Mikey, don't you worry."
And I felt him lightly kiss the top of my mop head.