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The rest of the story will probably be written normally, unless I do a few in-between parts in the style of the intro. Enjoy the rest, I promise the plot will begin to REALLY thicken in the next part, but I'm super busy lately, so I'll do my best. But I promise I won't take as long to update next time, no where NEAR as long! -the managment
John slammed his locker shut moodily. Who wouldn't be moody after another restless night, the 6th in a row? He was going to math class, and John wasn't looking foward to the detention he'd recieve for not handing in his homework. Again. It's not like he didn't try, he certainly did! More than most boys did! But he mother always put training before all else, including meals, holidays, friends, and homework. He had no motivation to do well in school, his mother usually threw out his report cards with the junk mail. John didn't really mind, but when he worked for a good grade it might have been nice if she'd praised him. Just once. What was the use? He'd never heard a kind word from his mother since the day he turned 6. Before then she'd been ok, almost motherly, in fact. But then she'd deemed him old enough to start working. The fate of the world rested on their shoulders alone, and she never let him forget it.
"Hey John, what's up?" A tall blonde boy came up behind John. He had pale blue eyes hidden under messy bangs and a rather worn-out red cap. He was lanky and almost a foot taller than John, all elbows and knees. He'd hit his growth spurt a bit early, but all the other teenage boys in the school were quickly catching up.
"Hey Andy. Not much. How was your weekend?" he asked offhandily. Andy rolled his eyes and began walking alongside John.
"Oh, you know my parents. They put on this fake 'I love you, you love me' crap whenever I was around. And then every time I left the room they'd start at each other again. I mean, they'd be screaming at each other, and then when I came back they shut up real quick. Like they didn't want me to hear." John glanced at his friend. Andy's parents had split almost 2 years ago, after things had gotten ugly. There'd been a pretty bad incident with Andy's dad, when he came home drunk one night and knocked his mother to the ground in anger. When Andy had tried to stop him, he lashed out with a broken bottle. At his own son. Andy still had a large scar cutting down through his top lip. After that, his dad had left willingly, probably consumed with guilt. Lord knows he felt bad once he sobered up. He'd done everything he could to make up for it to his son and wife, but that bottle had cut more than Andy's face. Andy couldn't bring himself to forgive him, and so his dad had decided to bury the incident. It was 'the unspoken accident'. John clapped him on the shoulder affectionatly, to which Andy gave a small grin.
"See you in lunch, John." He called from down the hall. John waved and turned into the math room.
"Ahh!" A short girl exclaimed as the box she'd been carrying clattered to the floor. John had knocked into her with his shoulder, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Oh man, sorry about that." he said quickly. He helped pull the dishelved girl to her feet. "You ok?" he asked. She just gave a small nod, her eyes were rivited to the box on the floor. There were metalic pieces and gizmos all over the ground in pieces. Kneeling gently, she turned the box rightside up and looked inside, but whatever it had been now resembled a jigsaw puzzle. John cringed when he saw the mess. "God, I'm real sorry. Was it a science project or something? Oh man, I'll go with you to the teacher and tell him I broke it..." he offered, while bending down alongside the girl to help collect parts. She just shook her head saddly and clutched the box close.
"No...it was just something of mine..." she said quietly. Her eyes got slightly misty.
"I'd pay for it if you want, no problem." he said guiltily. She just shook her head again. "No, don't worry about it. It was my invention for the science fair, but it didn't work." she sighed and straightened up, pushing her mousy blonde hair out of her eyes. John followed suit, glancing at the girl.
"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you here before.." The girl gave a small chuckle and pushed up her small glasses.
"I guess you wouldn't have. No I've been comming here all year, and I was the same middle school as you last year. And the same elementary school. In fact, I live down the block from you. I don't get out much." she said with a small grin. John look surprised. He could have sworn he'd never seen her...but it wasn't like he was a real social person. He hardly ever saw Andy outside of school, his mom didn't allow it. But he would have noticed her at some point, wouldn't he? Shaking himself from his thoughts he held out his hand.
"Wow...I can't believe we never met. I'm John." She shifted the weight of the box and shook his outstreched hand. "Emilee, nice to meet you. Don't be surprised, I'm pretty quiet in class." Somewhere down the hall a bell piereced through the loud buzz of talking kids. Emilee glanced up horrified. "Oh no, I'm gonna be late!" With a quick wave she dashed off down the hall and disapeered into the crowd. John was left there staring after her, hand still left hanging in the air. She had really nice green eyes...
"Mr. Connor! Are you going to stand there all day?" A burly man in a small tie shouted at him from inside the classroom, startling him to run inside the classroom. There was something oddly familiar yet new about that girl...
The rest of the story will probably be written normally, unless I do a few in-between parts in the style of the intro. Enjoy the rest, I promise the plot will begin to REALLY thicken in the next part, but I'm super busy lately, so I'll do my best. But I promise I won't take as long to update next time, no where NEAR as long! -the managment
John slammed his locker shut moodily. Who wouldn't be moody after another restless night, the 6th in a row? He was going to math class, and John wasn't looking foward to the detention he'd recieve for not handing in his homework. Again. It's not like he didn't try, he certainly did! More than most boys did! But he mother always put training before all else, including meals, holidays, friends, and homework. He had no motivation to do well in school, his mother usually threw out his report cards with the junk mail. John didn't really mind, but when he worked for a good grade it might have been nice if she'd praised him. Just once. What was the use? He'd never heard a kind word from his mother since the day he turned 6. Before then she'd been ok, almost motherly, in fact. But then she'd deemed him old enough to start working. The fate of the world rested on their shoulders alone, and she never let him forget it.
"Hey John, what's up?" A tall blonde boy came up behind John. He had pale blue eyes hidden under messy bangs and a rather worn-out red cap. He was lanky and almost a foot taller than John, all elbows and knees. He'd hit his growth spurt a bit early, but all the other teenage boys in the school were quickly catching up.
"Hey Andy. Not much. How was your weekend?" he asked offhandily. Andy rolled his eyes and began walking alongside John.
"Oh, you know my parents. They put on this fake 'I love you, you love me' crap whenever I was around. And then every time I left the room they'd start at each other again. I mean, they'd be screaming at each other, and then when I came back they shut up real quick. Like they didn't want me to hear." John glanced at his friend. Andy's parents had split almost 2 years ago, after things had gotten ugly. There'd been a pretty bad incident with Andy's dad, when he came home drunk one night and knocked his mother to the ground in anger. When Andy had tried to stop him, he lashed out with a broken bottle. At his own son. Andy still had a large scar cutting down through his top lip. After that, his dad had left willingly, probably consumed with guilt. Lord knows he felt bad once he sobered up. He'd done everything he could to make up for it to his son and wife, but that bottle had cut more than Andy's face. Andy couldn't bring himself to forgive him, and so his dad had decided to bury the incident. It was 'the unspoken accident'. John clapped him on the shoulder affectionatly, to which Andy gave a small grin.
"See you in lunch, John." He called from down the hall. John waved and turned into the math room.
"Ahh!" A short girl exclaimed as the box she'd been carrying clattered to the floor. John had knocked into her with his shoulder, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Oh man, sorry about that." he said quickly. He helped pull the dishelved girl to her feet. "You ok?" he asked. She just gave a small nod, her eyes were rivited to the box on the floor. There were metalic pieces and gizmos all over the ground in pieces. Kneeling gently, she turned the box rightside up and looked inside, but whatever it had been now resembled a jigsaw puzzle. John cringed when he saw the mess. "God, I'm real sorry. Was it a science project or something? Oh man, I'll go with you to the teacher and tell him I broke it..." he offered, while bending down alongside the girl to help collect parts. She just shook her head saddly and clutched the box close.
"No...it was just something of mine..." she said quietly. Her eyes got slightly misty.
"I'd pay for it if you want, no problem." he said guiltily. She just shook her head again. "No, don't worry about it. It was my invention for the science fair, but it didn't work." she sighed and straightened up, pushing her mousy blonde hair out of her eyes. John followed suit, glancing at the girl.
"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you here before.." The girl gave a small chuckle and pushed up her small glasses.
"I guess you wouldn't have. No I've been comming here all year, and I was the same middle school as you last year. And the same elementary school. In fact, I live down the block from you. I don't get out much." she said with a small grin. John look surprised. He could have sworn he'd never seen her...but it wasn't like he was a real social person. He hardly ever saw Andy outside of school, his mom didn't allow it. But he would have noticed her at some point, wouldn't he? Shaking himself from his thoughts he held out his hand.
"Wow...I can't believe we never met. I'm John." She shifted the weight of the box and shook his outstreched hand. "Emilee, nice to meet you. Don't be surprised, I'm pretty quiet in class." Somewhere down the hall a bell piereced through the loud buzz of talking kids. Emilee glanced up horrified. "Oh no, I'm gonna be late!" With a quick wave she dashed off down the hall and disapeered into the crowd. John was left there staring after her, hand still left hanging in the air. She had really nice green eyes...
"Mr. Connor! Are you going to stand there all day?" A burly man in a small tie shouted at him from inside the classroom, startling him to run inside the classroom. There was something oddly familiar yet new about that girl...