I went home that night and couldn't bear to eat dinner, so I just went to my room and finished my homework. Before falling asleep the tears from earlier came, and that mad me angry which made me cry even more. Why is it he has to have cancer, the one friend I make has a death penalty on him.
The next morning I left for school and as I walked by Kye's house I heard a voice yelling, but I continued walking.
"Wait up, Ryland," Kye said breathing a bit heavier.
He looked at me and grinned like nothing ever happened.
"Jeez you walk fast, anyways how are you?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him like he was an idiot which he sure acted like. "How am I, really Kye, you basically told me your gonna die soon and all you ask is, 'how are you?' "Well I don't know you tell me," I was harsh on him, I didn't mean to but my emotions just got the best of me. Glad I didn't decide to punch him at the moment.
"Sorry," he said pushing his hair off his forehead.
Kye had a black hair that almost looked blue tinted when the sun hit his hair; it came down to mid forehead. He was just as tall as me and had a natural tan color to his skin, and his eyes were a strange green color, cool, but strange.
"Me too, I'm just a little tense is all," I replied.
"No worries man I understand, so just wondering, we're cool right?"
I remember him saying how people treated him different when his friends learned about his condition and how some wouldn't even talk to him. "Yeah" I said which was the only word I could get out of my mouth.
We walked the rest of the way to school, it was a nice spring day and everything started it's blooming and the weather was getting warmer.
It was always nice when the weather got warmer; it was a reminder that summer vacation was on its way.
"Oh, hey Ryland," said Kye interrupting my day dreaming.
"What's up?"
"Well the principal said that they share lockers here and I was wondering… well I mean the principal asked me to ask you if you would be willing to share a locker?"
I chuckled; it was funny how he seemed so nervous and embarrassed to ask.
"Well…um ... my locker has lots of pics of bands and what not so you can't take em down that's my one rule." I said.
"Cool, what kind of music are you into." He asked.
"Poison, Guns N' Roses, Metallica, The Beatles, David Bowie, 30 Seconds to Mars, and so on. I'm more into the older rock although there are some good bands now a day."
"You like that kind of music, not many people do?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with it?"
He put his hands up like the cops were about to arrest him, "No, I listen to a lot of those bands too."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that, its just people automatically assume you're an outcast if your not into the whole rap ordeal."
"Yeah, I hear ya, I think it sounds just like someone talking to music it's not exactly the best thing in the world to listen to," he smiled.
I couldn't hold my laugh; he just said it way to serious to sound legit.
"Well I got to get to class, but here is my locker number and combination you can move the stuff on the second shelf to the bottom."
"Ok, see ya," he did a quick wave while walking away.
