Whoopee! I'm so happy to be able to write again! I, elodrie, am living proof that the writer's block disease can be overcome! All it takes is blankets, re-obsession, and lots and lots of chocolate! Unless you've got it really bad, then all you have to do is try and forget it first, then re-obsess, then think of all your poor, poor reviewers who keep checking for updates... sniffle...

No one can let anyone down like a writer who gives up on a very cherished story. Not that this one's cherished all too much, it's just that guilt feelings are super writer's block repellant. Just so you know. Ok, anyway, here's the disclaimer, and then I'll move on right away so I'm not tempted to write any more nonsense.

Disclaimer: NO!

enjoy.

Kuki fiddled nervously with her silver charm bracelet while leaning against Wally's locker. He was late. The hallways were already crowded with teens, pushing to get past their peers. The first bell had already rung, and yet he wasn't here.

Would he be sick? Kuki asked herself. Or maybe he was the type who skipped school most of the time. He didn't give that impression yesterday. He had seemed... well, a little dense, and had found it hard to pay attention, but he wasn't one to skip classes.

What if he got hurt? The hall was emptying fast. It was only a matter of seconds until the second bell would ring. Kuki shifted her books, balancing them on her hip, and peered down the second floor hallway. There was someone there... someone way at the end of the hall. It had to be Wally, since the figure had just emerged from the stairway. Kuki, ever petite, stood on her tiptoes and waved, hoping that the silhouette would notice her, or at least her hand, and finally come. But he – whoever it was – turned out not being the Aussie Kooks had been waiting for, and headed back down the stairs, it seemed, right after having seen her wave.

Hmmm... I'd've bet that person was Wally... where is he? Her brow crinkled with concern. Maybe I'm on the wrong floor... no, homeroom is in room 203. That's right here. I wonder if he's sick. No, he didn't even have a cold yesterday, and he hadn't even mentioned anything about not being able to come.

It seemed as though that person was looking for someone. Could it have been me? I thought he had left right after spotting me.

Nah, it couldn't have been. I'm sure whoever it was - The Japanese girl jumped out of her skin at the harsh, shrill ringing of the second bell, took one last peek up and down the hall, then left to class, having spotted no-one. She was sure she had simply missed him, and that he'd be sitting in the same seat at the back of the class, waiting for her to join him.

To her dismay, she was the last of the students to sit, all the way at the back of the class, next to Wally's empty desk. Abby grinned as her new friend passed, and stuffed a note in her hand as ever greasy Frybingle had his back turned.

U was almost L8

Kuki grinned at Abby's slang, and wrote her answer:

Yeah, sry bout that, I was waiting 4 W.

U got it bad, gurl.

Hey! I just thought it'd b easier to explain it 1nce, infront of all the guys.

Ah, we'll handle it like this.

Do u no y he's not here?

No, but hey, everyone's got a cold at one time or another.

Ok... did u talk 2 N?

N? as in Nigel? Yeah, I asked if he'd like 2 eat lunch w/ us.

Ok, kool. What'd he say?

He was all surprised. It was sorta awkward.

Y?

Well, I shoulda asked him way long ago. He's always sittin at the geeks table, but he doesn't have any friends there cuz he's 2 different.

Well, no, but he does know a lot. Y don't they just accept him?

Dunno. But now, we're gonna have our own group!

Maybe...

waddaya mean maybe?

Well, see, we have no idea if the others can accept eachother again. Maybe they've grown 2 far apart.

That's a good point. But if u think about it, if we get back 2gether, we'll all have more friends than now. W. and I were the only people w/ friends, and all we had were each other.

What about W. and H.? They were friends, weren't they?

Yeah, but they stopped hangin out 2gether a while ago. I dunno y.

Oops, I missed that part about the cheerleading tryouts. When r they?

In American Lit. that day, Kuki made sure to sit next to Nigel, though this meant sitting dangerously close to the teacher, who everyone called Greorge because they couldn't remember his last name. To his face, though, they just yelled 'teacher' when they had a question.

In that class, everyone asks questions, but never gives answers. Nigel didn't really like this subject, if he had to admit the truth. He was pretty good at it, but he couldn't find a use for it.

He didn't like wasting energy. Now, he narrowed his light grey eyes as the teacher asked yet another boring and worthless question about their new book, Catcher in the Rye.

"Holden tells us," said George, glancing around the desks, arranged is a half-square, and the distracted teenagers seated at them, "that he's a 'very weak guy' compared to Stradlater. What does that mean?"

Certainly not that he excercises? Nigel heard his own British accent resounding in his head. He had learnt to hold his toungue, especially around teachers, because it had gotten him into trouble more than once. He could be very sarcastic. Kuki caught him twisting his mouth and grimacing, as if he had eaten a bad cherry.

After a couple of miutes of silence, the teacher asked yet another question, or refrased the last one, but Nigel didn't hear him. His eyes had strayed to those of Lizzie, who was sitting across the room, twisting a silver ring around her finger. It was definetely cute: a wide metal band, with small lizards cut out of it. Her thick, coarse, muddy-red hair barely brushed her shoulders, framing her chubby face. She wore a long button down shirt, cut off at the elbows and reaching to her mid-thighs, striped with orange, and black jeans. Her dark clogs tapped gently against the bottom bars of her desk.

She noticed him staring, and her deep fudgy brown eyes widened. Then, she looked away as her pale freckles started glowing deep red, along with her cheeks. Hoping Nigel had gotten the hint, she took out her folder and started making notes.

Kuki, fading into the background, had seen it all. Interesting...

I know! Only 1002 words! Shameful. I'm so sorry this one's so very short, I just 'felt' that the chapter ended with that line. And writers follow their feelings. Most of you are authors, so I bet you know exactly what I mean. Right?

Anyways, sweet, sweet spring (or winter) break is here! You know what that means! I'll have plenty of time to write, but it might take a while until I'm going to upload them, as I am moving into my new house (yippee!) but need to be patient till we get cable installed. Or whatever you call that.

So, anyways, if you liked it, review! and if you didn't like it, review anyway! I'd love to know what's wrong with it. So I can fix it. So, go ahead, push that purple button!