Quick Note!: I'm sorry the chapters are so short, but I only get
inspirations here and there. Hehe, hope you enjoy it! Ok, to clear things
up, the starred things (example: *Ring.*) are supposed to be italicized,
but this thing won't italicize. Sorry. Ok, here's the next chapter!
CHAPTER 2—HIM
*Thump!* He bent down to pick up his Geometry book. He put it into his dark green messenger bag from 'The Gap'. High school wasn't so bad. He shuffled his way to the exit of the school. He was always almost the first to arrive and almost always the last to leave.
On his way out, he passed two girls from his freshman class. They giggled and whispered to each other as he walked past. He could hear bits of their conversation.
"He's so cute. I wonder why he always keeps to himself?"
"I don't know but I love the mysterious type!"
He guessed some people found his mop of brown hair (usually uncombed), his dark brown eyes, and his personality cute or charming. He was a loner and kept to himself mostly. Socializing wasn't his thing.
He began his walk home. He, his mom, and his dad lived in a small one-story house not too far from school. He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was around 4 pm and the cool October wind swept past him gently. The golden-red leaves of the trees swayed slowly to the ground. It was a nice day but for him, every day was painful. Ever since moving to Boston, Massachusetts in 5th grade, he never liked talking about anything that had to do with his "past" life.
He walked into his house, went to his room, and put down his bag. He lay down on his bed and turned to look at the yearbook next to him. He stared at the cover, anger boiling inside of him. Who would put this book on his bed? Who would try to bring back all these memories. His mother. She always tried making him face what happened back then. No, he wouldn't. He couldn't. He picked up the book and threw it across the room, hitting the wall. Third Street Elementary was past him, his old friends were past him, his Prankster Prince title was past him.
Anyone who saw him now would never remember him as Theodore J. Detweiler.
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER 2—HIM
*Thump!* He bent down to pick up his Geometry book. He put it into his dark green messenger bag from 'The Gap'. High school wasn't so bad. He shuffled his way to the exit of the school. He was always almost the first to arrive and almost always the last to leave.
On his way out, he passed two girls from his freshman class. They giggled and whispered to each other as he walked past. He could hear bits of their conversation.
"He's so cute. I wonder why he always keeps to himself?"
"I don't know but I love the mysterious type!"
He guessed some people found his mop of brown hair (usually uncombed), his dark brown eyes, and his personality cute or charming. He was a loner and kept to himself mostly. Socializing wasn't his thing.
He began his walk home. He, his mom, and his dad lived in a small one-story house not too far from school. He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was around 4 pm and the cool October wind swept past him gently. The golden-red leaves of the trees swayed slowly to the ground. It was a nice day but for him, every day was painful. Ever since moving to Boston, Massachusetts in 5th grade, he never liked talking about anything that had to do with his "past" life.
He walked into his house, went to his room, and put down his bag. He lay down on his bed and turned to look at the yearbook next to him. He stared at the cover, anger boiling inside of him. Who would put this book on his bed? Who would try to bring back all these memories. His mother. She always tried making him face what happened back then. No, he wouldn't. He couldn't. He picked up the book and threw it across the room, hitting the wall. Third Street Elementary was past him, his old friends were past him, his Prankster Prince title was past him.
Anyone who saw him now would never remember him as Theodore J. Detweiler.
TO BE CONTINUED…