AN (pre-chapter) - So, I'm posting a few chapters today just so there's something to read, other than that short chapter one, so here's chapter 2.

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ENJOY!


1st Grade (Keith's POV) (Winter):

It's lunch time and I'm sitting in the library, reading a book, Karate Advanced, because 1) it's snowing outside, and 2) I like to read. I hear the doors open, and look up to see Lance and his buddies walk in. I return to my book. I heard they got in trouble for starting a snowball fight earlier this morning. "Look who it is!" Lance says in a singsong voice. "Little, lonely, unattractive Keith." I go back to my book as they walk up to me. Next thing I know, my book is ripped out of my hands. I look up to find Lance looking at the page I was reading. "You're really into this stuff?" his voice has a hint of disgust in it. "Give it back." I stand up and reach for it. "Pfft. As if." he replies, and holds it up above our heads. Although there's only a 2 inch difference between us, his arms are each at least 4 inches longer than mine. I reach for my book a couple times, Lance just backing up with each attempt. Eventually we end up against a bookshelf. I back off, and head back towards the classroom. I feel my face get hot as I get to my desk, and bury my face in my arms.

~Time skip to end of school.~

Lance and I follow the kids onto the bus. We get on and settled down, and I go to pull my English workbook out of my bag, but something else catches my eye. I pull out a different book. It's the book I was reading earlier. I look up and see the beanie-wearing boy laughing with his friends. He turns around, and I look away, opting to open the book and resume reading. Inside is a note;

Keef,

I am sory four takin yur book.

I sneeked it in to yur bag dooring

person all time.

-Lance

P.S. Yur reely cute wen yur angree.

I feel my face goes red and I close the book. 'So, does he care?' I wonder to myself. Later when I get home, I stuff it in my cedar chest, the only thing with a lock, and I can keep stuff away from siblings.


AN (post-chapter) - Please don't criticize me on the note Lance left for Keith. It's meant to look bad because he's a first grader, not a high school graduate. Thanks for reading.