Rob Henderson sat up in one of the taller trees of the school's courtyard. He propped his Doc Martin's up onto a taller branch, reclining back to breath in the clean scent of the tree. He heard the late bell ring for the day but he honestly could care less. He'd never liked school and didn't want anything to do with it. His parents were away on business constantly and never had much time to fret about his grades. Though they always found the time to sneer at his long, stringy brown hair.
Rob sighed, wrapping his leather jacket more securely around him for warmth. Deep down he quietly wished he was in his real home. The forest was his domain and he loved every moment when he was there. As he closed his eyes, Rob daydreamed of the thick trees that towered over you like a thatch roof. Far into the woods was his tree house. Though now it seemed childish to have a 'tree house', Robin had extended and built on to the modest walls and roof. Now his home extended off in a maze of climbing ladders and rope bridges. He and his friends stayed in that tree house for the entire summer, coming home only for food and a shower every few weeks.
However, now school had begun again and Rob was entering his senior year of school. He'd already been threatened by his guidance counselor that if he didn't straighten up, he'd be held back. 'Like it matters....' he thought resentfully. Another year, he'd fail again. And again. Rob shrugged thinking of what his parents would say.
"Honestly, son. How can you do this to yourself? You'll never be a fine judge like your mother and I if you fail high school," His father, Jackson Henderson, would say. "Don't give up yet, honey. The best is yet to come," His mother, Michelle Henderson, would crow with that botox smile of hers. Rob gave a scoff. "Best to come..." he snorted under his breath. "Nothing better's going to come to me..."
Suddenly there was a scuffle beneath his tree. "Ohhhh...I'm going to be so late!" Looking down, Rob saw a girl with wild orange-red hair. Her tower of books had fallen and she was anxiously looking at her watch as she gathered them up. "Perfect way to start off the school year, Mari...late to your first class." Rob swung off his branch and landed in front of Mari. She uttered a shriek before falling backwards.
Rob grinned before kneeling down and picking up her books. "Thank you," she whispered, making sure the few stray papers were in order as she took her books back. "No problem. Need some help?" Mari blushed and shook her head. Rob eyed her 3 foot stack of books and lifted them up into his arms. "No, no. Really, I'm fine." Mari tried to protest but Rob was already walking away. Leaping to her feet. "I really don't need any help---err---" "Rob. Rob Henderson..." "Yes well, Rob, I don't need any help."
Rob rolled one of his chocolate brown eyes. "Why do women today think they don't need ANY help, ever?" Mari looked at him, half-furious. "I don't know...because most men aren't chivalrous? To most guys nowadays, carrying a girl's books is legal right to get into her pants." Rob looked over to Mari's profile as they walked to the opposite end of the courtyard. She looked like a girl who'd lived her whole life in the dark. Her pale cheeks reflected very little color and she hugged her books to an ample chest.
Mari cleared her throat and Rob snapped his head forward. "Yeah, that's what I thought..." Mari whispered under her breath. Rob brushed up against her. "C'mon. You can't think all men are bad." Mari shook her head. "No, they're not bad...they're worse." Rob chuckled and shook his head again. "Even me?" Mari looked over to him and her emerald eyes surveyed him in his leather jacket and jeans. "No. You don't look too bad." she replied with a chuckle. When they arrived at the door of Mari's first class, Rob handed over her books. Mari blushed, her shyness taking over again.
Mari blushed as Rob leaned towards her and kissed her cheek before moving to her ear. "Maybe I'm just not bad on the outside..." Pulling away, Mari looked to him with curiousity before turning and entering her first class. Rob chuckled as the door shut. The girl was an intrigue that was sure. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Rob headed back out to his tree to while away the rest of his school hours with a red-headed girl smiling behind his eyelids.
Rob sighed, wrapping his leather jacket more securely around him for warmth. Deep down he quietly wished he was in his real home. The forest was his domain and he loved every moment when he was there. As he closed his eyes, Rob daydreamed of the thick trees that towered over you like a thatch roof. Far into the woods was his tree house. Though now it seemed childish to have a 'tree house', Robin had extended and built on to the modest walls and roof. Now his home extended off in a maze of climbing ladders and rope bridges. He and his friends stayed in that tree house for the entire summer, coming home only for food and a shower every few weeks.
However, now school had begun again and Rob was entering his senior year of school. He'd already been threatened by his guidance counselor that if he didn't straighten up, he'd be held back. 'Like it matters....' he thought resentfully. Another year, he'd fail again. And again. Rob shrugged thinking of what his parents would say.
"Honestly, son. How can you do this to yourself? You'll never be a fine judge like your mother and I if you fail high school," His father, Jackson Henderson, would say. "Don't give up yet, honey. The best is yet to come," His mother, Michelle Henderson, would crow with that botox smile of hers. Rob gave a scoff. "Best to come..." he snorted under his breath. "Nothing better's going to come to me..."
Suddenly there was a scuffle beneath his tree. "Ohhhh...I'm going to be so late!" Looking down, Rob saw a girl with wild orange-red hair. Her tower of books had fallen and she was anxiously looking at her watch as she gathered them up. "Perfect way to start off the school year, Mari...late to your first class." Rob swung off his branch and landed in front of Mari. She uttered a shriek before falling backwards.
Rob grinned before kneeling down and picking up her books. "Thank you," she whispered, making sure the few stray papers were in order as she took her books back. "No problem. Need some help?" Mari blushed and shook her head. Rob eyed her 3 foot stack of books and lifted them up into his arms. "No, no. Really, I'm fine." Mari tried to protest but Rob was already walking away. Leaping to her feet. "I really don't need any help---err---" "Rob. Rob Henderson..." "Yes well, Rob, I don't need any help."
Rob rolled one of his chocolate brown eyes. "Why do women today think they don't need ANY help, ever?" Mari looked at him, half-furious. "I don't know...because most men aren't chivalrous? To most guys nowadays, carrying a girl's books is legal right to get into her pants." Rob looked over to Mari's profile as they walked to the opposite end of the courtyard. She looked like a girl who'd lived her whole life in the dark. Her pale cheeks reflected very little color and she hugged her books to an ample chest.
Mari cleared her throat and Rob snapped his head forward. "Yeah, that's what I thought..." Mari whispered under her breath. Rob brushed up against her. "C'mon. You can't think all men are bad." Mari shook her head. "No, they're not bad...they're worse." Rob chuckled and shook his head again. "Even me?" Mari looked over to him and her emerald eyes surveyed him in his leather jacket and jeans. "No. You don't look too bad." she replied with a chuckle. When they arrived at the door of Mari's first class, Rob handed over her books. Mari blushed, her shyness taking over again.
Mari blushed as Rob leaned towards her and kissed her cheek before moving to her ear. "Maybe I'm just not bad on the outside..." Pulling away, Mari looked to him with curiousity before turning and entering her first class. Rob chuckled as the door shut. The girl was an intrigue that was sure. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Rob headed back out to his tree to while away the rest of his school hours with a red-headed girl smiling behind his eyelids.