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Chapter 3: Someone Special

Little Slugger didn't show up later that day, nor the next day, or the day after. How was I supposed to talk to him if he wasn't around? I began to wonder if he had forgotten about me already. I didn't really care, I barely knew him anyway. I had gotten used to being alone for the past year now. My sophomore year was a depressing year, and it made me this way; depressed. It's not like I got attached, besides, after losing everything in the hurricane, nothing else seems to phase me much. However, I did miss him a little, even though he was weird. Well, hell, I'm weird too. There were still those questions I wanted to ask him too, so that disappointed me a bit.

I woke up late that Friday morning, but still got to school on time. I usually wake up at 6 and out the door at 6:30. But on that day, I woke up at 6:45. When I opened the back door, I felt heat coming from outside, and it was foggy. The cool front was gone. Dammit, I really liked the coldness and this fog would make my hair frizzy. I had to wear a hooded sweater to keep my hair from messing up. I was tired, hot, and a bit sweaty by the time I got to the library. My shoes and the cuffs of my khaki pants were dirty with morning dew, mud, and grass. When I got to first period, I was even hotter; the air conditioner was broken. The door was left open to get some kind of breeze, but it didn't help. I couldn't wait to get into a cool classroom…

After long and agonizing minutes, the bell finally rang. I saw my friend Amanda (or more like "associate"-she's not really my friend, just someone I talk to every so often) while walking in the hall of the F Building. I told her that'd I'd sit by her and her friends for lunch today. I arrived to second period, Government; yes! The AC was working! I was so relieved. But the class wasn't enjoyable, we had a ton of notes to copy off of the overhead. We also had to learn the process of a bill through legislature by Monday.

The rest of the school day proceeded as usual. I had two major tests coming up next week in Algebra and Government, plus a test on the "Gilded Age" in U.S. History on Monday. I kept my word and sat with Amanda for lunch. I ate a cheese quesadilla that day, but I kind of stared at it the whole time. There was orange grease oozing out of the edges. It looked very displeasing and unhealthy. When I was done, I left the table and went to sit in my usual spot outside of the C Building. It was a cloudy day, but very calming due to a cool breeze. It felt much better than it did this morning. I loved it when the weather was like this. I sat alone on the metal bench, but was content as I read my vampire novel, "Midnight Predator". After reading a certain paragraph, I had an odd image flash in my head: Little Slugger sprouted fangs and was drinking my blood. Whoa, that would be pretty awesome. Then I wondered if he would meet me here again, by this bench. No one was around; it would've been a perfect opportunity. But he didn't show. I knew it; he didn't care about me after all. I lowered my head, and shook it; I wanted to forget about him. I mean, how could I expect him to be with me so quickly? I didn't know him personally; I've only read articles about him. I had no clue as to how old he was, where he lived, why he started his career in murders (or whatever), or if he was even human, and so on.

I felt a cold, hard object brush under my neck. It was a golden baseball bat, bent in a 45-degree angle. It pressed onto my skin. "Losing faith in me already?" I heard a familiar voice. The bell rang; that darn bell! It always seemed to ring at the wrong time. Little Slugger seemed to have disappeared as quickly as he came. Before the bell sounded, I was going to tell him something, but oh well.

I was anxious for school to be over so I could see Little Slugger again. I didn't know why I felt this way…Algebra took forever and I started to get drowsy as the teacher talked for hours. Next would've been my seventh period, Web Mastering. It was one of my favorite classes along with Cartooning and English 3. Little did I know, that I wouldn't go to my seventh period. When the bell signaled the end of sixth period, the principal suddenly came on the PA system.

"Students, stop where you are and return to your sixth period class immediately! Do not proceed to your seventh period. Do not go outside! Teachers, an e-mail will be sent in a couple of minutes. Read it and follow the instructions!"

Everyone sat back down; there was yelling and talking all around. We all wanted to know what was going on. My teacher, Mr. Smith, read the e-mail: "All it says is to keep students in class and stay away from the windows."

I was a bit nervous. What was happening; a tornado, a shooting, an escaped murderer? A tornado was the thing that scared me the most. Mrs. Smith ordered everyone to get quiet and continue our work. The principle came back on when school was about to let out. "Students and teachers, we'd like to thank you for cooperating during this situation. There was a murder in a neighborhood not too far from the school. There were gunshots and two victims were killed. Police reported that they died from being beaten in the head. The culprit was not caught, so please be careful on your way home. The police said that the culprit ran far away, so he shouldn't be in this area anymore, but stay on guard. Once again, thank you, and have a good weekend." All of the students stampeded out of the school like it was summer vacation. Everyone was talking about the incident. I guess they haven't had this much excitement in a long time. After all, this was a small town. I sure wasn't walking home today; I called my dad to meet me so we could go home together. He told me that he heard on the news that our city was on lockdown. My mom greeted us by the back door (she was worried, as usual). "What a way to start the weekend" I joked.

Later that evening, I worked on my website and colored some of my pictures on Photoshop. I was quite a talented artist. Dad made egg -rolls and poppers, which were jalapeno peppers filled with Velveeta cheese, and coated in bread crumbs. They were really delicious, for frozen food. I could eat them all day! My older brother and I watched "Problem Child", then when it was over, I kicked him out of my room because I was tired.

"G'night, Fats" he laughed.

"G'night, Ugly" I replied, tossing a sock at him. My big brother and I were always loving siblings. We never got into crazy fights like some brothers and sisters. If we ever got seriously angry at each other, we'd easily get over it by making a joke about it a few minutes later. We also had a big sister, who lived in Florida with her husband. We were all goofy together.

I woke in the middle of the night. It was 3:34 a.m., at least I think it was; it was hard to tell with my blurry vision. I had a haunting image of my friend stuck in my head. He was like my boyfriend; he was alive and well, just not with me because of the hurricane. I thought about my cousins and the rest of my family. Would I ever see them again? What about all of my other friends and teachers? I began to cry as random memories flashed through my head. I stuffed my face into the pillow. I was sick of living with these memories; I wanted to forget, I wanted to die. Life sucked without my friends. I tried my best to be happy, but I couldn't. Not many people seem to understand the pain one has to go through in these situations. It's hard to convey my feelings to others. Tears poured from my eyes. No one heard my cries for help, no one except…

"Hey" said Little Slugger. His disturbing atmosphere suddenly filled the room.

I felt his hand on my back. I looked up; face wet from crying. Little Slugger was sitting on the edge of my bed. (My bed was on the floor because I didn't have a bed frame at the moment, or whatever you call those things.) Even though my lamp was on, it was still hard to make out Little Slugger's face. Before I could say anything, the batboy asked, "Want me to do something about your tears?" I noticed that his left hand tightened its grip on the baseball bat. I figured he meant that he was going to whack me with it so I won't cry anymore. I shook my head, I wasn't ready for that; instead, I hugged him. He seemed a bit alarmed, for he made an "Uh!" sound as I grabbed onto him. This may have been an odd choice, but I needed someone to hold on to. "I'm glad you're here", I whispered. Little Slugger wrapped his right arm around me and gripped my shoulder. He held me tight, too tight. Was it some kind of intense hug, or was he trying to resist hugging me? He suddenly pushed me away and rose to his feet. He lifted his bat and swung downward. He struck the bed, making me jump as I heard the thud. He growled and his whole body twitched. "Calm down" I told him. Little Slugger tossed his bat across the room and it hit the closet door, making a loud noise. I took hold of his wrist and said, "Chill! Don't wake everyone!" He didn't seem to pay attention to what I had said; he just stared at me. It was kind of creepy. He placed his right hand around my waist. Why was he so…touchy-feely?

"Do you have someone special?" he asked; his voice was a sinister whisper.

"…No," I replied, oblivious as to why he asked me that, "Why, do you?"

He lowered his head and answered, "No."

I seized that moment to ask questions, "Well, do you have a family?"

He didn't answer right away, he seemed to have been thinking hard, or maybe he didn't want to answer at all. "No" he finally replied.

"Oh…um, well, where'd you come from?"

"Tsukiko Sagi."

"Is she your mother, or something?"

"My creator."

That was odd. His creator? Was he an artificial human? Or perhaps he was just an imagination brought to life. I didn't want to pry too much into his personal business. I started to feel sorry for him; he didn't have anyone special either. But maybe I could be that someone. Maybe I can make him happy, and he could do the same for me. Without a second thought, I found myself moving closer to Little Slugger. I raised my head and kissed him on the lips. It lasted only for a moment. I lightly shook my head, surprised at what I had done. Little Slugger didn't seem to mind; he placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face closer to his. He kissed me back. I blinked. He smiled. This was so sudden. Was this really happening, or was it all a dream?

What does it really mean, to have someone special?

End of chapter 3!

Sorry for the long wait. Been busy and a tad bit lazy. Hope this chapter was okay. Reviews please!