Ok so this is like a book I've pre-written so I might not update as quick cause i have another book im writing. I own most characters.

Delta

"Don't pass out." A tall lanky boy sat across from me poking me with his pencil eraser. I vaguely could hear the long drone of Ms. Lemonguard talking in the background. I slowly blinked my heavy eyes.

I ran my hand through my wavy brown hair and looked at my only friend.

His golden hair fell into his electric green eyes. He wore his usual blue shirt with jeans and a hoodie jacket. I wished i was more like my best friend.

I had a regular white shirt even though it was the end of November, I never got cold. I stuffed my hands into his pockets of jeans. I wasn't strong or muscular like most sophomores. But i don't really care.

I leaned across the isle between desks.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Alister shrugged and turned back to their bat like

teacher.

I felt myself glance at the clock. 10 more minutes. We were forced to pay attention to history. Sort of.

I tapped my leg and nervously darted my eyes from one person to another. Model prep girls, check. Idiot jocks, check. Dorks and geeks, check. Then the 'alternatives' as everyone called them. The groups of people who couldn't be categorized. To special to be contained by a few words.

And the main 'alternative', Dream. She was never in the spotlight and no one knew what she really looked like due to a huge sweatshirt and Neff Beanie. Not to mention the chocolate then golden hair flowing down her back and falling into her face, obscuring her features. And though he never said it I suspected Alister has had a crush on her since 7th grade. She did photography and writing from what Alister had told him.

"Now class, pay attention." Ms. Lemonguard scolded the undisciplined Sophomores at their behavior.

"One more minute till winter break." I whispered.

"47 seconds actually." Alister corrected.

I shook my head, "how do you keep track of that."

"I don't know. Im just, good with time." Which was true. My best friend was a time freak.

Loud, ringing bells sounded around the halls. Everyone jumped up and stamped down to the doors. Poor freshman were swept away by the crowd.

"Do you want to hit the clock tower?" Alister pulled on his grey hoodie. I shrugged.

Before you say anything i should explain. Like i said my best friend has a weird obsession with time. Like when he was little, Alister had owned over 50 watches and clocks. And he has a way of making time feel like it's speeding up or slowing down. Even though it never did.

"Sure," I shouldered my torn up backpack, "but which way? Forest or road."

"Why do you even ask anymore?" Alister replied. Us two always took the wood road because, let's just say some people like to follow us. They turned to the wooden forest, the huge trees and shadows looked just a little bit darker to me than normal. But I shook it off. I refused to take the normal rode.

Alister looked around, "Um, maybe we shouldn't walk this way."

"Nah, man up dude." To that comment my friend raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You are just acting, I don't know, more like me. And I can't tell if that is good or bad."

I again just shrugged.

We started off into the deep woods just talking about school stuff or whatever you consider regular high school guyw talk.

"So, how is, life?" Alister started off awkwardly. I resisted the urge to laugh. He could get that way when nervous. But then I thought about that. Alister almost never got nervous. Except for a few things he made me swear never to talk about in my life. So why would he be nervous now?

"Hey," Alister flinched at the sound of my voice, "why are you so scared."

"I'm- Arg!" He said after jumping from a crack of a branch. "Fine, I'm just expecting something to happen."

"Like what would happen to us on a trip that we did a thousand times?"

A loud rumble fell across the land. Thumping footsteps came from behind. The two turned to face their opponent.

"You just had to say that." Alister looked at me.