Ellos ppls!!! No I'm not dead! I haven't posted in so long some of u
probably thought I was. Gomen ppls but here's the next chapter:
& thx to the reviewers:
michiki & lain
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The red lights showing 6:50 and the sound of buzzing filled my ears. Damn! I jumped out of bed, threw on the clothes that were on the top of my stack, ran, uh I mean fell down the stairs, grabbed some food and my backpack all while yelling, "MARI!!! GET UP!! WE'RE LATE!!!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!!" She was right behind me when I stumbled onto the bus together.
"Thanks for waiting," I told Mrs. Richard.
I went to seat ten and sat down, and then Mari planted herself into the seat across from me.
"Hellos peoples!!" Caroline said as she peeped over the back of my seat. "I Saw yall on like every single news channel yesterday. Something about Mari getting held hostage or something you ok?"
"Yeah we're fine, the news people were exaggerating too much."
I decided to get to my first period class early because of all the questions Mari and I were getting, I went to physics while Mari went to her algebra class. (A.N.- I put both of their schedules at the end of this chap if any one wants to go look)
As I walked into my classroom, what was usually empty until about two seconds before the tardy bell, I saw a figure sitting at my lab station. The figure was a boy with a mop of messy dark brown hair that was strangely familiar to me. I stood there look at him for a while then yesterday's past memories flooded back to me, images of a boy with brown hair giving me a gun and risking his life to save my sister. Yep, it was him alright, the guy form the airport. I closed the door so that I could talk to him privately and walked up to my table.
"Hi, um . . . I just wanted to thank you for helping my sister yesterday. . . "
"Didn't your sister tell you not to talk about me?" he answered without looking up.
"Yeah, but . . ."
"No buts."
At that moment the teacher Mrs. Johnson bursted in through the door with the lime green weekly role sheet in her hand looking abnormally happy for a teacher teaching eighth grade physics.
"Ah, yes, Iva, why don't you show our new student, Heero, around the school since you're here so early." Mrs. Johnson's perkiness was already wearing away at my nerves, she's just too happy.
"Sure. . . why not."
Heero stood up and followed me through out the door.
"How come you're so old and still going to eighth?" I was curious, he sure didn't look my age.
"Don't ask questions."
"Uh hun, so what do you want me to show you?"
"I thought I just told you not to ask questions, I don't care, anywhere."
"ok . . ." I headed towards my default place on autopilot, my locker.
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The red lights showing 6:50 and the sound of buzzing filled my ears. Damn! I jumped out of bed, threw on the clothes that were on the top of my stack, ran, uh I mean fell down the stairs, grabbed some food and my backpack all while yelling, "MARI!!! GET UP!! WE'RE LATE!!!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!!" She was right behind me when I stumbled onto the bus together.
"Thanks for waiting," I told Mrs. Richard.
I went to seat ten and sat down, and then Mari planted herself into the seat across from me.
"Hellos peoples!!" Caroline said as she peeped over the back of my seat. "I Saw yall on like every single news channel yesterday. Something about Mari getting held hostage or something you ok?"
"Yeah we're fine, the news people were exaggerating too much."
I decided to get to my first period class early because of all the questions Mari and I were getting, I went to physics while Mari went to her algebra class. (A.N.- I put both of their schedules at the end of this chap if any one wants to go look)
As I walked into my classroom, what was usually empty until about two seconds before the tardy bell, I saw a figure sitting at my lab station. The figure was a boy with a mop of messy dark brown hair that was strangely familiar to me. I stood there look at him for a while then yesterday's past memories flooded back to me, images of a boy with brown hair giving me a gun and risking his life to save my sister. Yep, it was him alright, the guy form the airport. I closed the door so that I could talk to him privately and walked up to my table.
"Hi, um . . . I just wanted to thank you for helping my sister yesterday. . . "
"Didn't your sister tell you not to talk about me?" he answered without looking up.
"Yeah, but . . ."
"No buts."
At that moment the teacher Mrs. Johnson bursted in through the door with the lime green weekly role sheet in her hand looking abnormally happy for a teacher teaching eighth grade physics.
"Ah, yes, Iva, why don't you show our new student, Heero, around the school since you're here so early." Mrs. Johnson's perkiness was already wearing away at my nerves, she's just too happy.
"Sure. . . why not."
Heero stood up and followed me through out the door.
"How come you're so old and still going to eighth?" I was curious, he sure didn't look my age.
"Don't ask questions."
"Uh hun, so what do you want me to show you?"
"I thought I just told you not to ask questions, I don't care, anywhere."
"ok . . ." I headed towards my default place on autopilot, my locker.