Chapter 1
I walk into the presentation room with a tired look on my face. Mr. Rogers ( The principal) looks at me in an uncertain look. "Get enough sleep Alice?" he says. "Never," I say sarcastically. I walk down the aisle of chairs and I settle in one of the folded seats beside my best friend, Amy. "How's it goin'?" she says. "Alright" I say with a sigh. She turns her head to face me. "You don't seem alright." she says, with a concerned look on her face. "I didn't get enough sleep last night." She stare for a second but then brushes it off as nothing. I look at her long blonde hair glistening in the sun ray from the window while Mr. Rogers walks up to the stage and starts talking about kindness, or something like that. Some girls in front of me are talking about something I can't decipher because all I hear are giggles . I start to pay attention to Mr. Rogers when he says " we have a new student today." . I stare at the projected screen behind him "treat people with kindness.". I turn my head to see the door open. A brown, almost blonde haired boy with hazelnut eyes walks in. He then walks to the front of the room. "Welcome." Mr. Rogers says. The boy looks like he doesn't want to be here. "Introduce yourself," Mr. Rogers says in an pushing voice. The boy clears his throat. "Hello, my name is Owen." he says in a tired voice." have a seat" Mr. Rogers says. He starts walking up the aisle to look for a free seat, and, oh yeah! He just has to come sit right next to me! Because that's great. So now I have a random dude sitting next to me. And I'm stressed because I have no idea who he is other than his name. Owen. Owen. Where have I heard that before? Oh well. He keeps on looking at me in a weird way. I don't know how to explain it. I just shake it off and ignore it. We listen to Mr. Rogers speech about kindness for roughly 15 minutes straight until Owen whispers to me, "hey." " what? " I whisper back " You look really familiar, like, I feel like I know you." he says." well maybe I just have one of those faces. " I whisper. Trying to stop any conversation. "No, like, I definitely know you." he says. "Well, you do kind of look familiar." I say "That's what I'm saying!" he says in an excited voice. "Maybe we're like long lost brothers and sisters!" he says." don't be ridiculous." I say in an irritated expression. " We probably used to know each other or something." I say." what school did you go to before you moved here?" "Williams grammar." He says. Williams grammar. That's my old school. How? Wait. Owen. Owen Dennis. How could I be so blind? I stare at him for a long time. I guess I was staring at him for a really long time because the bell rings. "Alright everyone, you have been dismissed." Mr. Rogers says. I walk out of the presentation room and to my locker. Owens locker is just a few lockers down, and I can sense him looking at me. I open my locker and a folded up piece of paper falls out. I pick it up and unfold it. It has a phone number. It says "call me?" . It's signed "Owen". I find it kind of odd that it's there because the only time he's been out in the corridor was when he was coming down to the presentation room, but I slip it in my pocket anyway and walk to the bus. Once I'm sitting down I take my phone out of my pocket. I hesitate to type the number in and call him, but I don't. I get home, and lay in my bed. I open my phone again. Should I call him? No. But my stupid self dials his number and calls him. "Hello?" he says. "Hi" "I see you got my note?" he says "yeah I did." " Anyways we apparently know each other then? " he says "yeah I guess so" I say back. We talk for a while. Then not so short after he just hangs up. I get my journal out and start writing.