The Boy in the Woods

Chapter 4-

School started off slow and quiet at first, no one was talking in class. Everyone was actually doing what they were supposed to do, including me, and copying down notes from our textbooks.

It's safe to say it was very peaceful, yet a little out-of-the-norm.

I was still a little moved by what happened last night. Why did I do that?

"Ok a million retarded babies are being born right now." Another student popped all of a sudden. It was Mikuo.

Everyone started to bust out laughing.

Mikuo was a lot like Miku in a way, only a manlier version.

The teacher glared at him for making such a statement and he shyly continued to do his work.

If I were him, I'd just keep going and not be intimidated by the teacher.

I had just finished copying down an Algebra problem when the image of that woods boy came back to my mind. I had tried to forget about him the past few hours I've been at school.

Right now it wasn't working.

Was he still hurt? I wondered. How far did he run with those terrible legs of his?

I slightly blushed in embarrassment. I had never cared this much about a person before. Perhaps it was just because no one looked as beat-up as he did. It made me sick.

"Rin!"Sakura Sensei yelled at me.

I snapped out of my daze and looked at her.

"Do your work!"

"Sorry." I grumbled, picking up my pencil and continuing to write down the math problems.

I felt the gazes of the other kids on me. I didn't lash back at the teacher.

Not only did this rarely happen, It also just brushed right off of me.

I continued doing math work till the bell. The stares faded and the clanking of pencils on desks returned.

I looked up for a brief moment, making sure the teacher wasn't looking. I thought more about the boy.

I wanted to know more about him.

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At home that night, I was playing an 18-hole round of PangYa in a tourney. I wonder if others played as much as I did.

I made another bogey—only triple that this time. I was starting to suck lately at my gaming. Was it because of him?

No. I shook my head to get rid of the thought, causing me to make a bad putt when hitting the space bar.

I groaned, slapping my laptop screen down without logging out of the game server. It will disconnect me by itself.

I wandered into my room to look out the window again. Just like yesterday, the breeze was blowing pretty hard, and the rock concert was still alive as ever.

Should I try finding him? I asked myself.

No. A bear could be in there this time. Who knows how far he ran anyways? He probably went back to his own house.

I could never be too sure. He never told me his "long story."

Mom and Dad won't be home for another 2 hours. I had the time to search for him if I wanted.

Was I going to get lost?

Was this that much of a good idea?

At least I could ask for his name.

I exited my bedroom, running to the back door. I took a big gulp.

I could do it again if I did it once. It didn't seem so scary as the first time—a spark of adventure was rising inside me.

"You better be in there." I said, unlocking the door knob.