The next morning, I unlocked the three deadbolts on my door, and sneaked downstairs. I could hear Dad snoring from his room, and if that didn't wake him I don't know what could. Still, I walked around on my tip toes and ate breakfast super quick. I was out of the house over an hour earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an hour and a half, I decided to just walk around. The air was cool and crisp, and I saw my breath as I exhaled. There was cold dew on the grass and the birds began to sing quietly. It was a perfect spring morning.
I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey and I used to hang out at all the time when we were younger. We used to see who could swing the highest on the swings; or who could slide down the slides the fastest. We went there almost every time we'd hang out, because it was the perfect place to do so.
I sat on the swing, "my" swing, and let the wind push me. It was still a little chilly, and I zipped up my red and black hoodie. I stared absentmindedly at the woodchips and kicked them out of their place.
"Hey, I know you," a voice said. I looked up, startled, and saw it was that boy from lunch. He stood a few feet away from me and smiled.
"Umm... Hi," I said, unenthusiastically. "...What're you doing here," I asked, not bothering to try and sound polite. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
"I live over there." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Are you new to the school? I've never seen you around," I said. This time, he frowned.
"Nooo...? I've lived here since I was ten, and I think I went to your middle school too. I remember seeing you, I just didn't know who you were." My face turned pink. Not since yesterday had I ever noticed this guy, and now he tells me we went to middle school together. I felt like such a jerk. I tried to think of those days, but nothing of him came to mind.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I don't..." He smiled.
"That's ok," he laughed. "I didn't even know your name 'till yesterday." I gulped. I'd already forgotten his name. Didn't it start with an N? Niko or Nick? Hopefully I wouldn't have to address him by his name anytime soon until I remembered.
"So what're you doing here?" he asked. My attention turned back to the conversation.
"Oh, uhm... I don't know. I just like to come here."
"So early?"
"I guess... what're you doing here so early?" I countered.
"My mom's boyfriend is over... They make me sick," he said, making a disgusted face.
"Oh," I said. He nodded.
"I feel bad for my little siblings. They're not allowed to leave the house this early," he said sympathetically. "I at least, am allowed to go out on my own." I smiled.
"How many siblings do you have?" I asked.
"Five," he sighed, but a smile soon followed. "Four sisters, one brother." I smiled.
"That's cool."
"Do you have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head.
"My mom said I was supposed to be a twin, but she died a little while after she was born." The boy's smiled faded.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Well, I know it doesn't help any, but... I'm glad you're here at least," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled back. This guy barely knew me. Why was he telling me that he's "glad I'm here"?
"Umm... thanks," I told him. He took out his cellphone and glanced at it.
"Well, we should probably start heading off to school," he said. I nodded and stood up. Then it clicked. Micah! That's his name! I smiled to myself. As we were walking, we passed my house. I cringed when I could hear Dad yelling at Mom from inside. I wanted desperately to run in there and rip her out of that house.
"Whoa," Micah said as we passed. "I feel sorry for whoever he's yelling at." I looked down and nodded.
We got to school just in time. Micah stayed by me, which I was thankful for; because then no one would laugh at me for being "a loner." And too, he was good company. He was really funny and sweet and nice. He was like a big teddy bear; you couldn't help but like him. The first bell rang, and all the students flooded into the high school. I stopped at my locker, and Micah stopped with me.
"So, will I see you at lunch?" he asked. I smiled.
"Sure," I said. His smiled grew larger.
"Great," he said. He turned away and left.
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Sorry this chapter's so boring :P please comment and tell me what you think. :)
I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey and I used to hang out at all the time when we were younger. We used to see who could swing the highest on the swings; or who could slide down the slides the fastest. We went there almost every time we'd hang out, because it was the perfect place to do so.
I sat on the swing, "my" swing, and let the wind push me. It was still a little chilly, and I zipped up my red and black hoodie. I stared absentmindedly at the woodchips and kicked them out of their place.
"Hey, I know you," a voice said. I looked up, startled, and saw it was that boy from lunch. He stood a few feet away from me and smiled.
"Umm... Hi," I said, unenthusiastically. "...What're you doing here," I asked, not bothering to try and sound polite. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
"I live over there." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Are you new to the school? I've never seen you around," I said. This time, he frowned.
"Nooo...? I've lived here since I was ten, and I think I went to your middle school too. I remember seeing you, I just didn't know who you were." My face turned pink. Not since yesterday had I ever noticed this guy, and now he tells me we went to middle school together. I felt like such a jerk. I tried to think of those days, but nothing of him came to mind.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I don't..." He smiled.
"That's ok," he laughed. "I didn't even know your name 'till yesterday." I gulped. I'd already forgotten his name. Didn't it start with an N? Niko or Nick? Hopefully I wouldn't have to address him by his name anytime soon until I remembered.
"So what're you doing here?" he asked. My attention turned back to the conversation.
"Oh, uhm... I don't know. I just like to come here."
"So early?"
"I guess... what're you doing here so early?" I countered.
"My mom's boyfriend is over... They make me sick," he said, making a disgusted face.
"Oh," I said. He nodded.
"I feel bad for my little siblings. They're not allowed to leave the house this early," he said sympathetically. "I at least, am allowed to go out on my own." I smiled.
"How many siblings do you have?" I asked.
"Five," he sighed, but a smile soon followed. "Four sisters, one brother." I smiled.
"That's cool."
"Do you have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head.
"My mom said I was supposed to be a twin, but she died a little while after she was born." The boy's smiled faded.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Well, I know it doesn't help any, but... I'm glad you're here at least," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled back. This guy barely knew me. Why was he telling me that he's "glad I'm here"?
"Umm... thanks," I told him. He took out his cellphone and glanced at it.
"Well, we should probably start heading off to school," he said. I nodded and stood up. Then it clicked. Micah! That's his name! I smiled to myself. As we were walking, we passed my house. I cringed when I could hear Dad yelling at Mom from inside. I wanted desperately to run in there and rip her out of that house.
"Whoa," Micah said as we passed. "I feel sorry for whoever he's yelling at." I looked down and nodded.
We got to school just in time. Micah stayed by me, which I was thankful for; because then no one would laugh at me for being "a loner." And too, he was good company. He was really funny and sweet and nice. He was like a big teddy bear; you couldn't help but like him. The first bell rang, and all the students flooded into the high school. I stopped at my locker, and Micah stopped with me.
"So, will I see you at lunch?" he asked. I smiled.
"Sure," I said. His smiled grew larger.
"Great," he said. He turned away and left.
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Sorry this chapter's so boring :P please comment and tell me what you think. :)
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We are your protectors.
We are your heroes.
If you join us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
It is your choice, take it or leave it. If you are a true protector you will pass the test.
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I never understood my hometown. It's always changing. Crime is high, pigeons fly, and it's basically impossible to not pass something that's been vandalized.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. You can never know what someone is doing when you don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. You can never know what someone is doing when you don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
