Chapter 3: Beginnings
Charlie managed to finish the rest of the period, but his thoughts kept returning to the mystery girl who had walked into his class. The bell rang, which meant class was over. He heard the door open, then close. He knew that She had already gone. He grabbed his books and slipped out of the door. Somehow his mystery girl hadn't gotten that far. He raced up to her and put his hand on her arm to stop her and turn her around. She had on headphones, so it was useless to speak to her. Instead she just looked at Charlie's hand on her arm. She looked up into his eyes. A quaking hand came out of her sleeve to reach up to his bleeding lip. She tapped his lip, then moved her hand to his cheek and caressed it as she looked sadly into his eyes. She gave a faint smile, then turned and walked out of the building.
Charlie stood there looking at where she had been standing. His hand moved over his lip, and then to his cheek where her warm hand had been seconds before. He heard Adam calling to him from behind.
"Yo, Charlie! What has been up lately? I mean, you were staring at the new girl during History, and now your just standing there with you hand on your cheek, gazing off into space. What is with you?" Adam was looking at Charlie intently, waiting for a response, but after a moment of silence he realized that he wasn't going to get one so he said, "Never mind...we're going to be late for English...come on, let's go." And with those final words, and pulling on Charlie's sleeve, he finally moved his steps along with Adam's as they walked down the hall to their English class.
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Terra was confused, very, very confused. This guy was very persistent. He kept following her, and she had no idea why. He was very cute, with his curly brown hair, and his hazel eyes. He had only said a few words to her, but she knew what he was like. He was the typical hero guy that every school has. He was a leader of whatever he lead or did, and he was a goal getter; whatever he set out to accomplish, he did. So what did she have to do with him?
Terra had Art this period, with Mrs. Keegan. Terra walked in tardy, and Mrs. Keegan didn't even ask for a pass. Not many people were in this class. Mrs. Keegan seemed nice, she greeted Terra with a warm smile and asked her what she wanted to work on this year, and what she hoped to accomplish in art. Terra didn't really know what to say, but she said that she liked to work with clay. So, Mrs. Keegan set her up on a table with many slabs of clay around it. This was no regular art class, here they had all the supplies any one would need for any art project, and then some! Terra sat at the table and let her left side of the brain take over, and before she knew it, everyone was filing out of class and Mrs. Keegan congratulated her and told her it was time to leave. Terra stood up to leave, Mrs. Keegan showed her where to store her clay model. Terra started to leave, but she pulled out her schedule, and asked the art teacher where she would be able to find the chemistry lab.
Terra found it easily with the help of Mrs. Keegan. She hated science, most likely because her first real science class wasn't until sixth grade, and her first real science teacher was a really bad teacher. She still made good grades in it though. Terra stepped through the door and walked up to the teacher and handed her the piece of paper that she had handed to every teacher before her. Terra turned around, and there behind her was the young man.