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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- STOP DRUGGING MY ITEY! HE'LL GET SICK! I don't think I'll ever have children also, maybe I'll adopt, it's the actual childbirth thing that scares me. Friday's here. Too bad.
(Still Friday)
Boot's PoV
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I ran through the school doors just as the late bell was ringing. I sped, full-tilt, down the waxed floor, sliding as I turned corners. I knew immediately that there was no time to stop at my locker.
And so far I was very lucky; I hadn't run into a single teacher or member of faculty, and hopefully my luck would stay and my homeroom teacher would be late.
So I was still running, telling myself: one more corner, just one more corner. When I finally reached that last corner I ran right into another kid. For a moment we disappeared in a flurry of papers. When everything had settled, his backpack—which had obviously been opened—was lying across the hallway, all of his textbooks scattered around. My book bag had flown open and my math type-up had flown up in the air and was lying out of order around the hall.
I jumped up really quickly and scrambled to collect my papers.
"I'm so sorry!" I grabbed a crumpled paper from the corner, "I'm really, really sorry."
He pulled his backpack towards him. "It's no problem, I'm just going to be so late now."
I had collected most of my papers by now and groped for the last pile. A brown leather wallet fell out and opened, showing off dozens of photographs of people I could only imagine were his family. His mom, his dad, his younger brother, his older sister, his golden retriever and him, and a boy—probably the only non-member of his family—who was wearing an eye patch, grinning widely, and squinting into the sun.
"Is this yours?" I snapped the wallet shut and held it up.
"Yeah, thanks." He reached for it.
I shouldered my book bag, dusted myself off, and turned to leave.
"Late bell was five minutes ago boys. That means detention." We were delayed three minutes longer as Coach Snyder wrote us up detention slips.
The room is only a quarter full and I'm finding it funny that I can be on time for the detention I got for being late. The door is opening and the kid I ran into in the hall hands his detention slip to the teacher in charge. He sits down next to me.
"Hi," he whispers, "I'm Mush. Sorry about getting you into this mess."
"It's not your fault, I would have been late anyways," I whisper back.
The teacher glares at us and I decide to wait until later to talk to Mush.
The 30 minutes drag by very slowly and I've made a dull, monotonous rhythm of tapping my pen on the edge of my desk. The teacher looks up and glares when I do this but I figure that I shouldn't care because she's glaring at everyone.
Finally she lets us go and I meet Mush in the hall.
"I'm Boots," I say.
He smiles, "hi. I hope this detention didn't.........inconvenience you in any way."
I feel bad that he's apologizing to me, "I told you, it's not your fault; I would have been late anyways."
He looks very tired, and I realize that, although he's smiling, it's a stressed and sad smile.
"Are you.........are you OK?" I don't know if I know him well enough to be asking this.
He looks a little awkward, "actually, my best friend ran away from my house this weekend. I don't know where he is and his parents are coming back tonight. I'm worried about what I'll tell them." Mush slumps down the locker and sits on the floor.
"Is he the boy with the eye patch? The one whose picture you have in your wallet?" I ask.
He nods and rubs his face, exhausted.
"I-I think I know where he is."
A/n: hah, heh, heh! Boots knows where Blink is! Oh happy day for Mush! But, what will Blink say when Mush finds him? R&R and tell me your predictions!