Freshmen End of KND
PoV Abigail Lincoln
It was perfect weather for the first day of high school – rain. The six of us huddled under a single umbrella as we waited for the bus. I looked over my friends, realizing when that bus arrived, it would be over.
Nigel was moving away.
I looked at him. His head was still bald, although I had still never asked why. Now it would be another thing for me to ponder. He'd replaced his prescription sunglasses with clear glass, giving him a scholarly look, if not for the plain day clothes he sported. It was a strange contrast to the uniforms the rest of us wore. He looked sad, as he spoke one last time with his girlfriend.
Lizzie was still a nutcase, but she'd taken the chill pills. She was bawling now, as she tried to say goodbye. I never really understood what Nigel saw in her, but I'd come to accept it. She'd gotten contacts last June, and the lack of glasses allowed for people to see a pretty face, when she was smiling at least. Her words reflected the twisted confusion I felt.
Hoagie stood in the middle, attempting to cover everyone with the feeble plastic. He'd lost a great deal of his baby fat, and actually was quiet the looker. Not that I've looked, mind you. There is no boy on Abigail's mind right now. Hoagie was captain of the 8th grade football team – which is a scary though, he used to be so shy – and was a constant show off. Not that anyone can blame him. Unfortunately, he had broken off from us with his new found fame.
Kuki is the only one of us I ever really worry about. She did a flip in 7th grade, and became irrationally obsessed with boys. Not a Lizzie to Nigel, but of a worse kind. She barely follows the dress code now, and I'm not comfortable around her. I know Lizzie and Nigel have noticed, and I KNOW Hoagie has (I've also noticed the look he gives her), but I seriously doubt Wallabee has. This new Kuki has discovered the female secret of getting what she wants, when she wants it, and how she wants it, from any boy who'll give her a second glace.
Right before this change, Wallabee finally got the guts to ask her out. At first, we were really happy for him, but lately, I wonder how much she's using him. He's really withdrawn now, and he acts like Kuki strapped a 'Yes Dear 200' on him. He's not into sports yet, but Nigel tried to talk him into the hockey team. But as it is, he spends every extra second at Kuki's side. He'd do almost anything for her, and she knows it.
Here's the bus. I try to be tough. Abby doesn't cry!
I give Nigel one last hug before boarding. Wallabee exchanges a handshake. Hoagie follows suit and the boys get on. I watch out the window as Kuki gives him a kiss on the check. Poor Lizzie can't get a hold of herself, and I make my way back to her. I lead the distraught girl on the yellow prison transport, and give one last final wave. He waves back, now the sole occupant of Hoagie's umbrella.
And we're off to our new lives. And he's off to his.
I watch his figure fade as I ride away.
Good bye Nigel Uno.
AN: well, I decided to go with Jysella's theory on five maybe outgrowing the 1st person, 3rd person issue. But she's not there totally. I'm leaving her speech there, like a security blanket. It's just part of who she has to be to be her self.... That made perfect sense before I typed it..... Anywho I'm glad someone recognizes where I'm coming from. I will tuck that bit on happy turned violent away. You might see it later on.
And for Wusai, I will try to fix the paragraph marks, sorry for the inconvenience. I understand that this is a cliché subject, but I think mine is a little different than the other's out there. At least, that's my hope. And no, Kuki will not be depressed. I hate #3 depression ficcies. You're right, they don't make sense. I'm sorry if you got the impression that this would be one of those stories. And don't fear, I shall explain the 3/4, but we're not there yet! I'm glad to have you here to help me make sure I explain things.
And thank you to Chacusha! You reviewed right as I posted this the first time. And you're review helped me make up my mind on the 5 issue.
Anywho this is a short start, but that's just till I get my water legs.... Or have I butchered that saying too?
Oh yes, and I'm the weird author who loves cristism! I may write for fun, but I am very serious about my work.
So my little birdies, pick away! Please tell me how to improve! And tell me what you don't like. I may not change it, but I will remember for future references!
now shutting up - sentra
PoV Abigail Lincoln
It was perfect weather for the first day of high school – rain. The six of us huddled under a single umbrella as we waited for the bus. I looked over my friends, realizing when that bus arrived, it would be over.
Nigel was moving away.
I looked at him. His head was still bald, although I had still never asked why. Now it would be another thing for me to ponder. He'd replaced his prescription sunglasses with clear glass, giving him a scholarly look, if not for the plain day clothes he sported. It was a strange contrast to the uniforms the rest of us wore. He looked sad, as he spoke one last time with his girlfriend.
Lizzie was still a nutcase, but she'd taken the chill pills. She was bawling now, as she tried to say goodbye. I never really understood what Nigel saw in her, but I'd come to accept it. She'd gotten contacts last June, and the lack of glasses allowed for people to see a pretty face, when she was smiling at least. Her words reflected the twisted confusion I felt.
Hoagie stood in the middle, attempting to cover everyone with the feeble plastic. He'd lost a great deal of his baby fat, and actually was quiet the looker. Not that I've looked, mind you. There is no boy on Abigail's mind right now. Hoagie was captain of the 8th grade football team – which is a scary though, he used to be so shy – and was a constant show off. Not that anyone can blame him. Unfortunately, he had broken off from us with his new found fame.
Kuki is the only one of us I ever really worry about. She did a flip in 7th grade, and became irrationally obsessed with boys. Not a Lizzie to Nigel, but of a worse kind. She barely follows the dress code now, and I'm not comfortable around her. I know Lizzie and Nigel have noticed, and I KNOW Hoagie has (I've also noticed the look he gives her), but I seriously doubt Wallabee has. This new Kuki has discovered the female secret of getting what she wants, when she wants it, and how she wants it, from any boy who'll give her a second glace.
Right before this change, Wallabee finally got the guts to ask her out. At first, we were really happy for him, but lately, I wonder how much she's using him. He's really withdrawn now, and he acts like Kuki strapped a 'Yes Dear 200' on him. He's not into sports yet, but Nigel tried to talk him into the hockey team. But as it is, he spends every extra second at Kuki's side. He'd do almost anything for her, and she knows it.
Here's the bus. I try to be tough. Abby doesn't cry!
I give Nigel one last hug before boarding. Wallabee exchanges a handshake. Hoagie follows suit and the boys get on. I watch out the window as Kuki gives him a kiss on the check. Poor Lizzie can't get a hold of herself, and I make my way back to her. I lead the distraught girl on the yellow prison transport, and give one last final wave. He waves back, now the sole occupant of Hoagie's umbrella.
And we're off to our new lives. And he's off to his.
I watch his figure fade as I ride away.
Good bye Nigel Uno.
AN: well, I decided to go with Jysella's theory on five maybe outgrowing the 1st person, 3rd person issue. But she's not there totally. I'm leaving her speech there, like a security blanket. It's just part of who she has to be to be her self.... That made perfect sense before I typed it..... Anywho I'm glad someone recognizes where I'm coming from. I will tuck that bit on happy turned violent away. You might see it later on.
And for Wusai, I will try to fix the paragraph marks, sorry for the inconvenience. I understand that this is a cliché subject, but I think mine is a little different than the other's out there. At least, that's my hope. And no, Kuki will not be depressed. I hate #3 depression ficcies. You're right, they don't make sense. I'm sorry if you got the impression that this would be one of those stories. And don't fear, I shall explain the 3/4, but we're not there yet! I'm glad to have you here to help me make sure I explain things.
And thank you to Chacusha! You reviewed right as I posted this the first time. And you're review helped me make up my mind on the 5 issue.
Anywho this is a short start, but that's just till I get my water legs.... Or have I butchered that saying too?
Oh yes, and I'm the weird author who loves cristism! I may write for fun, but I am very serious about my work.
So my little birdies, pick away! Please tell me how to improve! And tell me what you don't like. I may not change it, but I will remember for future references!
now shutting up - sentra