Stan? Stan?!" A familiar voiced called his name and he looked over to see Kyle sitting at his desk. "Huh? Wha-?" Kyle could tell that his friend had another one of those horrific dreams of how his sister had killed his parents and was after him. "It's okay dude, you just had a nightmare that's all."
Stan frowned at the Jewish boy not glad to be awake since Shelly had actually suceeded in burning his parents and now thanks to her, he lived in a Orphanage that he just did not feel safe in. "Oh..." He looked down at his desk.
Kyle knew there was absolutely nothing that would make his friend feel better unless his parents were alive but since he could not bring back the dead that option is impossible. "Pstt, Kyle is Stan alright?" Whispered the red head, Rebecca. She had become real close with Stan ever since the tragedy and like Kyle was there for him.
Kyle sighed and had a look of doubt. "No it has already been two months that has happened and he is still not acting right." Rebecca looked worried for her new raven haired friend. "We should try talking to him." Kyle had already tried talking to him in the hallway yesterday so he found it to be hopeless. "I already tried, he just ignores me if I talk to him about it or anyone." The red head said nothing and looked sadly up to the front. Stan wasn't really listening to Mr. Garrison who was talking about how hobos and homos were two different things.
His mind was somewhere else, The Orphanage. Just something in it did not feel right. The location was near a Morgue and it smelled of Moth balls, sweat that you could get from fear and something red was on the windows. He was unconvinced that the red spot was just paint like Kendra his caregiver told him.
One more hour of school and then I have to go back to misery he thought to himself. "Yoo hoo Stan!" Rebecca whispered as she threw a note over.
He opened the letter that landed perfectly on his desk. "Dear Stan, I understand you are going through a hard time and feel pain but please don't shut out the ones you care about and not let us help. Sincerely, Red
He raised his eyebrow at the red head confused to why there was a heart. Rebecca felt embarrassed that she had drawn that. "Oh ignore the heart, it is just something I always put by my name when I give people letters." She lies uncomfortable that Stan might not feel the same. "Oh, okay." He blushed slightly.
Rebecca had looked away went happened so she didn't notice. "Also, thanks." He told her actually smiling for the first time in a while. Rebecca loved his smile and loved everything about Stan but thought he just thought of her as invisible and a nobody. She smiled sweetly back at him. "For what?"
He put the note into his coat pocket, anything he got from Red he would keep. "For helping me find that Orphanage." He didn't want to make the red head feel bad so he did not tell her what unsettling feelings he had about it. Rebecca kept her smile. " Anything for you cuti-...Stan." Stan looked confused but did not question her. "You are awesome for that."
Rebecca felt her cheeks turn red. "Really?" He noticed the red head's face and felt himself queasy so he turned away. "You blew it." Rebecca thought in her mind. "Now he probably knows and just finds it stupid."