Hullo, I'm back with chapter two, finally typed up. One person asked me if I was really a victim of Hurricane Katrina, and my answer is yes. (shrugs) So there ya' go. My house is gone and all that jazz…So, anyway, read. (points down at the text)
Chapter 2: It Gets Weird
I had to stay after school that day for Chemistry tutoring. It went just like any other tutoring session; boring and empty. I was always the only one in there, most of the time. I was glad to finally go home at 3:30. All of the other students were gone by then because school ended at 2:47. The campus was pretty much deserted. I put my headphones on and walked my usual route home. I felt free; I had my Frou Frou CD today, and I was indulged into my own world as I listened to "I Must Be Dreaming". I felt like jumping over tall buildings, or sprouting wings to soar into the sky. I wanted to be Haruko from "Fooly Cooly" and drive my yellow vespa on the beach. But I felt more like Naota, trapped in a boring town and walking home in a depressed state. "Nothing amazing happens here, it's always the same thing," I quoted. I went over tonight's homework as I walked. I had a chemistry packet due tomorrow, algebra worksheet due Thursday, had to study for a vocabulary test in Government tomorrow, and an essay due tomorrow for English. Blah. Too much; how am I supposed to enjoy my life with all this friggin' work everyday! "I'm sick of this school. I want to go home." I thought. Even though I was on my way home from school, that wasn't exactly what I meant. I wanted to go home to Louisiana. I wanted to see my old friends. I wanted to go to the French Quarter and the River Walk. I missed all of those places. The French Quarter didn't get destroyed, but the River Walk might've flooded because it's right on the water. But then, even if I did move back, I'd miss all of my new friends. Sometimes I wish I never made any new friends. "Hero" came on and I started singing along to take my mind off of things. It was a remake of the old song; very nice, especially if Frou Frou is singing it. She rocks.
I turned the music up louder. Despite my loud music, I could hear the roller blades again. It was coming from behind me. I turned around and saw Little Slugger skating up fast. He had a sinister smile stretched across his shadowed face. He lowered his metal bat onto the ground and it made loud scrapping sounds. I stopped walking and stood stupidly, staring at him. "Little Slugger…" I whispered. I wasn't sure if I was scared, or just surprised; it's such a shame how I don't even understand myself sometimes. He lifted his bat and came closer. I braced myself. I wasn't going to let him hit me with that. I figured that if I could stop him, I could get to talk to him. I smirked. "He's got to be strong and he's got to be fast and he's got to be fresh from a fight" I heard the lyrics in my head. I chuckled because it reminded me of Little Slugger. He swung his bat at me, but I blocked it with my right arm. It hurt, but I didn't let it get to me. I grabbed his bat and tried to snatch it, we fought over it for a couple of seconds, then he shoved me off. I fell on the pavement on my side. My headphones popped out of my ears. I wasn't bruised, thanks to my jacket and pants. Little Slugger whacked me hard on my back a couple of times. I yelled and cursed and kicked at him. He stopped and placed his bat on his shoulder and stood over me, smiling.
"Does it hurt?" he asked. His voice was dark and sarcastic. "Hell yeah it hurts! What do you think!" I wanted to say that, but didn't. I didn't know he could hit so hard. I started to get on my feet, then felt a sharp pain in my hand. A piece of glass had cut me. "Just peachy" I muttered. Blood started flowing out of the wound. I growled. Maybe meeting Little Slugger was a bad idea. I gathered my things and decided to just walk away, and if he was to try and pull something sneaky, then he'll get his ass kicked. "Trying to run away?" he asked. I kept walking; I was pissed. Then I stopped and faced him, "Well, I wanted to-!" I was cut off. Little Slugger had shoved me into a fence. "Why'd you call me?" he asked. He seemed to be a tad bit angry. I guess it was because I didn't let him kill me, so its like his mission was in vain. We stared into each other's souls. I could just barely make out his dark brown eyes. My mind went numb. "Wait, Little Slugger spoke English!" the sudden thought struck me. That was late and pointless. I didn't notice it before. I also realized that he was about the same height as me, but the skates made him taller. I was only 4'8''. Pretty short for my age, most people would say. Little Slugger sighed heavily; he was becoming impatient. His shirt smelled like blood and other stuff. "He's been busy" I said to myself. "I-I wanted to talk to you" I managed to say. "…Can't." he replied. I raised an eyebrow as I felt his hand slip into my bag where my CD player was. He then held the headphones up and told me, "Go home" before he placed them into my ears. The music started again. He skated off and disappeared.
"Huh!" was all I could say after he left me standing there. I felt a wave of emotions washing over me. I went over the encounter as I continued my walk home. I felt kind of dumb. My actions were so cheesy. I should've pinned Little Slugger to the ground and made him listen to me, but I didn't want to hurt him. Why? Why didn't I want to hurt him? This was the first time we've met, so why was I so…so nervous? The blood on my hand dried and the pain subsided. I couldn't bandage it until I got home. Hopefully my parents won't notice the cut. I didn't want them to worry. When I walked inside, my dad greeted me from the living room. My mom was upstairs in her room, and my dad didn't notice the injury. I ran upstairs to my bathroom and immediately ran cold water on my hand. It wasn't a big cut, just deep. I placed a bandage over it and took a rest.
All that homework took a lot out of me. I felt so sleepy the next day. I was doing homework past midnight. The chemistry packet was three pages long, back to back. It was Tuesday, the day after Halloween. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't have been able to go out even if I wanted to, because of my homework. I couldn't wait for Thanksgiving. I was sick of school life. It's always been the same old thing for years. I hoped that Little Slugger would come again; I needed some kind of excitement. It would've been great if he killed the teachers I didn't like. Wish I could've done it myself.
Lunch was dull as well. There were a couple of friends I sat with, but they were having an ice fight today, and I didn't want to get caught up in that. These people are so childish. I took my food and sat outside. I had a cheese pizza, fries, and chocolate milk. Typical school lunch, though it tasted better than at my old school. When I finished eating, I got up and walked to the C Building, where my algebra class was going to be next. I sat on a bench and began to draw in my sketchbook. This was the same place where I met you-know-who yesterday. I wondered if he'd come again…probably not. To be honest, I was lonely. I probably shouldn't have left my friends, though we didn't talk much. "Whatever" I told myself. I put on my headphones once again to rid myself of thoughts. Music was like medicine for me; I don't know what I'd do without it. I was having a bad artist day; I couldn't draw. I put my sketchbook away and sat there, watching other students walk around campus. There were students eating together, talking and joking around, some were kissing. Everyone had someone, but not me. I had no one special…I was no one special. "Do you have someone?" I heard a boy's voice from behind me. I turned around and saw the batboy leaning his arms on the bench. He skated around to the front and sat next to me, his bat was on the ground. I was a bit relieved to see him; at least someone came to keep me company. I shrugged my shoulders in reply to his question. He pointed to a couple who were kissing and whatnot. I frowned and envied them, "No, not like that" I said to the ominous boy. I stared at the ground, feeling ashamed. "Do you, want someone?" Little Slugger asked again. I shrugged. I really did, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Little Slugger moved closer to me and whispered undetectable words in my ear. I leaned away from him saying, "What're you doing!" He reached around and placed his hand on the side of my neck, pulling me closer. I felt his lips touch my neck. I thought I would blush. I looked at him, shocked; I didn't expect him to do that. He tried to kiss me again, this time, on the lips, but for some reason he pulled away.
I blinked, "Are you done?" He didn't answer. I was kind of fond of his attention, but that was weird. Getting all lovey-dovey like that, out of the blue. He was hard to understand, which made me want to learn about him even more.
Little Slugger's skates clicked as he stood up; he lingered over me for a while. He picked up his bat. "Talk to me, I'll listen" he said. The bell rang, and he disappeared into the sea of students.
End of Chapter 2
Well, that's that for now. I'll get chapter 3 up whenever I can. Don't hate me if I take too long. Write a review please.