Post by murasakihato on Feb 19, 2007 16:59:43 GMT -5
Okay here is the first part of it... I think I'll write it down in Chapters...hmmm... well here's my work in progress called My Castle:
The Meeting
Click. Clack. Clickty-click-clack. Ms. Balmier wrote our new class assignment on the black board. Ms. Balmier was the new tenth grade English teacher. Even though I was in ninth grade, I have my English, Science, Geography, and exploration classes at the tenth grade level. My algebra is at an eleventh grade level, but it is made up with other brainiacs from tenth. The only class that wasn’t up graded is physical education a.k.a. P.E.
“All right class,” Ms. Balmier turned around in her pink blouse and brown leather skirt. She hid the rest of her body behind her bulky brown desk. It was piled high with papers and junk. “We are going to start a project. This project,” she put her hands, miraculously, on her desk, “will be worth as much as a quarter grade.”
“Aww…” the long pitiful grown and moans started around the room. I pulled out my notebook that was about five inches by four inches. I flipped to the first page. I looked at the board and it read:
Write a fiction story based on your life.
*Imagination
It’s one of the many keys to a good story.
‘Key? Like a key to a locked door? Or like to a treasure chest with many locks?’ I asked my self.
“That is up to you to decide,” replied the voice inside my head. She was always with me, and she was my only friend. But I couldn’t tell any one about her or they’d think I was crazy. How many people do you know that have voices in their heads? I don’t know any.
I wrote what was on the board down. Then, underneath, I wrote ‘treasure chest.’ Yes. Imagination is one of the many keys to the many locks on the treasure chest of a story.
“It will be due by the end of next month,” Ms. Balmier continued over all the students fuss. “I’m going to ask a few questions. Don’t hesitate to answer it true fully. Has any one of you written a story?” All hands went up, even mine that rarely went up.
“How many of those stories fiction?” Ms. Balmier continued, a smile climbing her face. My hand rose with class once again. Ms. Balmier waved her hands as if to clear away smoke. With her smile bright she asked, “How many of you think that imagination is dumb?” Her smile faded as fast as the hands rose. Everyone’s hands went up in the air quickly and determinedly. Mine, however, was the only one that stayed down. “Is every one sure about what talking about?”
Heads nodded and the mumble of yes was all you could hear. The stories they wrote were maybe six pages front and back at the maximum. That’s not saying that they can’t write or don’t have imagination, just they haven’t found their key to their awesome treasure chest.
Din~ring~~. The bell went off and everyone started to scurry out of the classroom, except Ms. Balmier and me. “Liz,” the teacher called me by my nickname.
“Yes?” I replied questionably. Since this was the last period before lunch, I didn’t mind spending a few minutes extra behind. I had only one friend and she was with me all the time.
“There are a few things I need to talk to you about. Would you like to have lunch in the teachers lounge?” Ms. Balmier asked a bit discouraged from today’s lesson.
“Of course not,” I said gathering the last of my stuff. She grabbed a few important items off the messy desk. I walked over to the desk and waited.
Ms. Balmier’s hair, a dyed red, long and wispy, clung in front of her eyes as she reached down for her bag. “Do you want to stop by your locker to drop off or pick up anything?” She asked as her beautiful green eyes shown brightly behind her big brown-rimed glasses.
“No, it’s okay. I don’t have anything in there to take out,” I replied trying to hide how depressing I felt about it. We walked slowly out of the classroom and then down the hall to the teacher’s lounge. ‘Well you’re not going to alone this lunch hour, nor you’ll be made fun of,’ the voice spoke very encouragingly.
“Oh shut up…” I whispered hoping Ms. Balmier didn’t hear. Ms. Balmier, not noticing me talking, opened up the door to the room. She motioned for me to enter.
“Well, what should I tell you first…” she asked herself as she sat down at a table unloading her lunch bag. I sat down next to her and did the same. Then as ate I stared at her to see if she was going to finish her statement. “There will be three new students attending our school starting next Monday and I just…” she glanced over to me before taking another bite of her sandwich. “Well… you the only one in the class that doesn’t think that imagination is dumb. Do you know what imagination is all about?”
That ticked me off. I wrote stories all the time, all of them fiction. And all of a sudden she asks me if I know what imagination is about? If I knew what imagination is all about. I took a big deep breath before I replied just to keep my cool. “I know what imagination is and what it is all about. I write stories for goodness sakes. I know what it is to imagine. I know how to dream, wish, and want something to happen to me. I know how to believe in mysteries, ghost, angels, and other mystical creatures. I know how to be optimistic. Just because I don’t have any friends you know of, doesn’t mean I can’t imagine, or believe or dream, wish, and see things no one else can. I,” I paused feeling as if I said too much. My voice had rose with my body. Then I concluded in a sigh as I picked up my stuff, “trust me, I know what imagination is all about.”
With fifteen minutes left before the end of lunch, I finished picking up my stuff and walked to the door. I stopped at the doorway and turned to the only teacher in the teacher lounge, Ms. Balmier. “I’ll escort them as much as possible,” I said referring to the three new exchanged students.
Dring.~~~ ‘Finally,’ I thought. School was over for two days, for the weekend. ‘Not like anything changes just because three new kids are coming to school and I’ll at least have each one once in a period,’ I thought to myself while putting my unneeded books in my locker.
“Good bye, Liz,” Ms. Balmier called as she walked to the front of the building. “The new children might be looking for you since you are going to be escort next week, so if you see strangers around your place give them a helping hand. I called your mother and she said to let them have the address, so I gave it to them, this way you can make some new friends,” She said trying to be gleeful. She waved and walked out the double doors.
“Good bye,” I said dazzled by what she said. ‘My address,” I thought then I went hysteric in my mind. ‘My address! What in the seven hells was my mother thinking of letting my teacher hand out our address. They’re both nuts!’ I was too much in a daze to blush or get angry.
‘Don’t get too mad, Liz, it is all part of the big ol’ grand adventure,’ my friend said with an old English style, then she chuckled hysterically. Oh well, it didn’t matter; no one was going to like an old brainiest kind of people like me, anyways. I only have one friend and that is all that I need. There isn’t a chance for a boyfriend.
I walked out the same two big brown French doors that Ms. Balmier did, but she wasn’t in sight. The sunlight was very bright in my eyes. I put my left arm on my forehead to block the sun’s rays from my eyes. I glared up at the sky so blue. I repositioned my backpack and thought, ‘ Maybe this weekend I’ll see the new people.’ My hope grew as I thought of the possibilities.
‘Maybe…there will be one girl and two boys, so she could have a boyfriend and so could I. Just maybe…’ I thought as a skip started to emerge from my step. I was already half way home and no bullies. “Maybe… just maybe… to day would end up a good day,” I thought out loud.
“Meow…” A shadow appeared on the ground to my right, right above my head. The shadow was that of a cat’s. I turned to my left to see an orange tabby cat blocking the sun for me to see it. It opened its eyes, the gold saffron eyes; they were so unusual they were beautiful.
The cat looked at the opposite wall of the alley. It started to curl its lips at the wall. It was about to make a hissing noise when a dog barked once, and only once, behind the cat. The cat jumped down, and then turned down around the other alley that I was about to take.
“Wait what’s your name?” I called ready to run after the beautiful cat, I had noticed then that it didn’t have a collar. I picked up my feet but as if in slow motion I was tripped.
“Where do you think you’re going, little geek,” A boy’s voice, I recognized. I kneeled and turned. I saw the ruler of the school. Top-notch boy. James. James; the tough guy. He and his gang were the committee of the school, even the teachers scared of them.
“Gulp…” I whispered exaggerating under my breath. I wasn’t afraid of them, just afraid of the reaction of the whole school. They’d say that she’s the smartest person that stood up against James.
“You scared little—“
“Leave her alone you piece of cr**!” It was another boy I didn’t recognize. He had cut off James! I was starting to like this guy already.
Crick, pop, pop, pop. The sound of knuckles popping made me wine. I looked at James fists, it wasn’t him! Then who did? I turned around. There. There emerged the perfect trio. Two boys and one girl, neither of them have I seen around here before.
The taller of the two boys was clashed in total black. Black hair, black vest, light black T-shirt, black jeans, black tennis shoes. The only things that weren’t black were his skin, which was defiantly naturally tanned a crisp red, and his green eyes, like green beacons in the midnight sky. He was the one who was popping his knuckles.
“Hey,” he mumbled in the direction of the boy who must have yelled at James. “Go easy on him. We’re new in town,” he sounded so cool and… in the shadows.
“Hey, you okay?” A young girl about my age all dressed in white with blue trim and crystal blue eyes walked briskly to my unneeded aid. “My boyfriend and I saw you trip, so he called over his friend, as you can see,” she pointed to the boy in black, “he isn’t to happy about boys picking on little girls, such as us. He is--.”
“Whoa, hold it!” I exclaimed cutting the girl off. Everyone stared at me. The dude in black, and the girl’s so-called ‘boyfriend,’ stared at me in shock. Their expressions asked the question, ‘she’s refusing our help?’
“Ha! I don’t need any protection from a nerd like her. You mother f*****s stay out of my way, if you don’t…prepare to die!” James charged at the black dude who seemed to be the same age as him, 17.
“Oh no you don’t,” I mumbled. I was sick and tired of these jerks ruining my temporary peace and fantasy. I rammed an upper cut in James’ stomach. I then, not waiting for a response, gave him a right hook straight to the eye.
“Here you go you dumb ***!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I got another uppercut ready.
“Holy cr**!” The ‘boyfriend’ dude exclaimed as James was carried off by his little troop. “I like you. What is your name?” He asked holding a hand.
“Liz, yours?” I replied. Now that I could see him clearly he wore orange all over, and his hair was a golden brown. His eyes looked as those of the cat I saw earlier, gold saffron eyes.
“Subastian, uh…” he must have noticed me string in his eyes, he turned away as he shouted, “Cymry!”
The young girl, who was telling me all about the issue, came running into Subastian’s wide-open arms. He then gave her a peek on the forehead. ‘Well, I guess that answers that question?’
“My name is Baron,” a voice said from behind me startling me. The boy in black seemed to be disgusted by how much his best friend was making a scene. “You fight pretty good, but that guy seemed a bit surprised. I take it you don’t usually blow up like that, “Baron turned toward me, he still kept his cool.
“Well, yeah…but…I was having such a good afternoon until they showed up and they’ve been picking on me since elementary,” I said surprised a little by how easy it was to talk to this complete stranger, who was willingly to protect me, another stranger.
“Hmmm. Well, we were just about to head off to a girl’s house to see if she wouldn’t mind showing us the town. You see, we’re new to town and I just got a new car, my buddy and I, with his girlfriend, wanted to take a cruise in it. When we got into the car,” Baron took out one hand from his pocket and put it on the back of his head. He stared down at me with his emerald green eyes and continued, “we realized that we had no clue where to take a cruise and we were afraid that we’d get lost. But when we got to her house she wasn’t home. That was when Subastian saw you…” He trailed off. I just stared at him, he was at least a foot and a half taller than I, but that was expected when he is 17 and I’m only 15.
“Uh…” I was debating if I should ask if he went to my house just down the ally. But… then again, I went back into my shy act.
“You wouldn’t happen to know her?” Cymry inquired.
“Well…which house?” I tried to make it sound as if I was just helping them out not knowing it was actually me they were looking for.
“Come.” Baron stated shortly. I could tell there were two sides to him. One soft innocent little puppy and then a down to earth firm tough wolf side. ‘Why in the hell am I comparing him to k-nines,’ I thought hoping the voice in my head would answer me.
‘Hmmm,’ the voice replied, (thankfully) ‘maybe because you think he is cool and hot and reminds you of the…’ I ignored everything after the bit “cool and hot.” I started to fall into a daze.
“Hey you okay?” Subastian asked putting an arm around my shoulders. He brought me back to reality with me blushing and I hesitantly pushed away from him. I bent down, nodding my head, picked up my fallen stuff.
Cymry, the young girl, bent down and helped me. “Don’t take it seriously,” she said understanding my hesitation. “He always does that. He is just a big flirt, but I know he is ‘sincere’ to me.” She emphasized the last little bit so Subastian could hear. When we stood he winced, then began to run towards (where else) my house.
“Get back here, you terd bucket!” Cymry ran after him. I started laugh and felt like running. I didn’t care who saw, I just wanted to run it just felt fun, at the time.
“Shall we…” Baron pointed in the direction they left.
“If you can catch me!” I shouted after I took off running. I admit I’m not the most athletic at school but I made the top ten.
“Ha!” he shouted way behind me. WHOOSH! In a matter of five seconds he caught up to me, stopped me, and bent down to picked me up. “Did I win?” he asked slyly. “You’re blushing,” he stated as a smile climbed his face slowly.
My hands went straight to my face, my face was hot. He was right. I was blushing. ‘Oh no!’ I thought. ‘Oh yes!’ the voice replied mischievously.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone, only if you don’t tell anyone that I have special powers.” He made a deal. He was
trying to blackmail me.
I debated for a moment. Then I decided not to argue for many reasons. “Okay, but…” I wanted to get back no matter if I was going to keep the deal, “tell me all about your ‘powers.’”
“Ow… you got me,” Baron faked a wince. He, then, started to walk with me in his arms. I couldn’t understand him. One minute he acts as if he wants to be friends, the next minute he is all mister-tough-guy. Then, once again, visa-versa.
“So…” I encouraged him. Something about him made me want to just be…well…me! I felt as if I didn’t need to hide anything, or act a certain way. I felt different.
“Well, it is difficult to explain but...” he sat me down on the porch swing. He sat down next to me.
“My house!” I exclaimed nervously. I didn’t exactly know why, but… I had a clue. He was hot and I wasn’t all that pretty. I didn’t think he would even notice me. So… I got nervous.
“Yeah, I kind of figured it was your house. Not many live in these kinds of houses. I mean your parents must be rich to afford this house, and that school,” he said as his arm slowly but casually, and definitely not nervously, stretched on the seat I was in.
I realized he said ‘parents.’ “I only live with my mother. My father disappeared when I was eight,” I changed the subject depressingly.
“Disappeared? You mean like he ran away or,” his hands went up in the air imitating an explosion, “puffed in a cloud of smoke.”
The Meeting
Click. Clack. Clickty-click-clack. Ms. Balmier wrote our new class assignment on the black board. Ms. Balmier was the new tenth grade English teacher. Even though I was in ninth grade, I have my English, Science, Geography, and exploration classes at the tenth grade level. My algebra is at an eleventh grade level, but it is made up with other brainiacs from tenth. The only class that wasn’t up graded is physical education a.k.a. P.E.
“All right class,” Ms. Balmier turned around in her pink blouse and brown leather skirt. She hid the rest of her body behind her bulky brown desk. It was piled high with papers and junk. “We are going to start a project. This project,” she put her hands, miraculously, on her desk, “will be worth as much as a quarter grade.”
“Aww…” the long pitiful grown and moans started around the room. I pulled out my notebook that was about five inches by four inches. I flipped to the first page. I looked at the board and it read:
Write a fiction story based on your life.
*Imagination
It’s one of the many keys to a good story.
‘Key? Like a key to a locked door? Or like to a treasure chest with many locks?’ I asked my self.
“That is up to you to decide,” replied the voice inside my head. She was always with me, and she was my only friend. But I couldn’t tell any one about her or they’d think I was crazy. How many people do you know that have voices in their heads? I don’t know any.
I wrote what was on the board down. Then, underneath, I wrote ‘treasure chest.’ Yes. Imagination is one of the many keys to the many locks on the treasure chest of a story.
“It will be due by the end of next month,” Ms. Balmier continued over all the students fuss. “I’m going to ask a few questions. Don’t hesitate to answer it true fully. Has any one of you written a story?” All hands went up, even mine that rarely went up.
“How many of those stories fiction?” Ms. Balmier continued, a smile climbing her face. My hand rose with class once again. Ms. Balmier waved her hands as if to clear away smoke. With her smile bright she asked, “How many of you think that imagination is dumb?” Her smile faded as fast as the hands rose. Everyone’s hands went up in the air quickly and determinedly. Mine, however, was the only one that stayed down. “Is every one sure about what talking about?”
Heads nodded and the mumble of yes was all you could hear. The stories they wrote were maybe six pages front and back at the maximum. That’s not saying that they can’t write or don’t have imagination, just they haven’t found their key to their awesome treasure chest.
Din~ring~~. The bell went off and everyone started to scurry out of the classroom, except Ms. Balmier and me. “Liz,” the teacher called me by my nickname.
“Yes?” I replied questionably. Since this was the last period before lunch, I didn’t mind spending a few minutes extra behind. I had only one friend and she was with me all the time.
“There are a few things I need to talk to you about. Would you like to have lunch in the teachers lounge?” Ms. Balmier asked a bit discouraged from today’s lesson.
“Of course not,” I said gathering the last of my stuff. She grabbed a few important items off the messy desk. I walked over to the desk and waited.
Ms. Balmier’s hair, a dyed red, long and wispy, clung in front of her eyes as she reached down for her bag. “Do you want to stop by your locker to drop off or pick up anything?” She asked as her beautiful green eyes shown brightly behind her big brown-rimed glasses.
“No, it’s okay. I don’t have anything in there to take out,” I replied trying to hide how depressing I felt about it. We walked slowly out of the classroom and then down the hall to the teacher’s lounge. ‘Well you’re not going to alone this lunch hour, nor you’ll be made fun of,’ the voice spoke very encouragingly.
“Oh shut up…” I whispered hoping Ms. Balmier didn’t hear. Ms. Balmier, not noticing me talking, opened up the door to the room. She motioned for me to enter.
“Well, what should I tell you first…” she asked herself as she sat down at a table unloading her lunch bag. I sat down next to her and did the same. Then as ate I stared at her to see if she was going to finish her statement. “There will be three new students attending our school starting next Monday and I just…” she glanced over to me before taking another bite of her sandwich. “Well… you the only one in the class that doesn’t think that imagination is dumb. Do you know what imagination is all about?”
That ticked me off. I wrote stories all the time, all of them fiction. And all of a sudden she asks me if I know what imagination is about? If I knew what imagination is all about. I took a big deep breath before I replied just to keep my cool. “I know what imagination is and what it is all about. I write stories for goodness sakes. I know what it is to imagine. I know how to dream, wish, and want something to happen to me. I know how to believe in mysteries, ghost, angels, and other mystical creatures. I know how to be optimistic. Just because I don’t have any friends you know of, doesn’t mean I can’t imagine, or believe or dream, wish, and see things no one else can. I,” I paused feeling as if I said too much. My voice had rose with my body. Then I concluded in a sigh as I picked up my stuff, “trust me, I know what imagination is all about.”
With fifteen minutes left before the end of lunch, I finished picking up my stuff and walked to the door. I stopped at the doorway and turned to the only teacher in the teacher lounge, Ms. Balmier. “I’ll escort them as much as possible,” I said referring to the three new exchanged students.
Dring.~~~ ‘Finally,’ I thought. School was over for two days, for the weekend. ‘Not like anything changes just because three new kids are coming to school and I’ll at least have each one once in a period,’ I thought to myself while putting my unneeded books in my locker.
“Good bye, Liz,” Ms. Balmier called as she walked to the front of the building. “The new children might be looking for you since you are going to be escort next week, so if you see strangers around your place give them a helping hand. I called your mother and she said to let them have the address, so I gave it to them, this way you can make some new friends,” She said trying to be gleeful. She waved and walked out the double doors.
“Good bye,” I said dazzled by what she said. ‘My address,” I thought then I went hysteric in my mind. ‘My address! What in the seven hells was my mother thinking of letting my teacher hand out our address. They’re both nuts!’ I was too much in a daze to blush or get angry.
‘Don’t get too mad, Liz, it is all part of the big ol’ grand adventure,’ my friend said with an old English style, then she chuckled hysterically. Oh well, it didn’t matter; no one was going to like an old brainiest kind of people like me, anyways. I only have one friend and that is all that I need. There isn’t a chance for a boyfriend.
I walked out the same two big brown French doors that Ms. Balmier did, but she wasn’t in sight. The sunlight was very bright in my eyes. I put my left arm on my forehead to block the sun’s rays from my eyes. I glared up at the sky so blue. I repositioned my backpack and thought, ‘ Maybe this weekend I’ll see the new people.’ My hope grew as I thought of the possibilities.
‘Maybe…there will be one girl and two boys, so she could have a boyfriend and so could I. Just maybe…’ I thought as a skip started to emerge from my step. I was already half way home and no bullies. “Maybe… just maybe… to day would end up a good day,” I thought out loud.
“Meow…” A shadow appeared on the ground to my right, right above my head. The shadow was that of a cat’s. I turned to my left to see an orange tabby cat blocking the sun for me to see it. It opened its eyes, the gold saffron eyes; they were so unusual they were beautiful.
The cat looked at the opposite wall of the alley. It started to curl its lips at the wall. It was about to make a hissing noise when a dog barked once, and only once, behind the cat. The cat jumped down, and then turned down around the other alley that I was about to take.
“Wait what’s your name?” I called ready to run after the beautiful cat, I had noticed then that it didn’t have a collar. I picked up my feet but as if in slow motion I was tripped.
“Where do you think you’re going, little geek,” A boy’s voice, I recognized. I kneeled and turned. I saw the ruler of the school. Top-notch boy. James. James; the tough guy. He and his gang were the committee of the school, even the teachers scared of them.
“Gulp…” I whispered exaggerating under my breath. I wasn’t afraid of them, just afraid of the reaction of the whole school. They’d say that she’s the smartest person that stood up against James.
“You scared little—“
“Leave her alone you piece of cr**!” It was another boy I didn’t recognize. He had cut off James! I was starting to like this guy already.
Crick, pop, pop, pop. The sound of knuckles popping made me wine. I looked at James fists, it wasn’t him! Then who did? I turned around. There. There emerged the perfect trio. Two boys and one girl, neither of them have I seen around here before.
The taller of the two boys was clashed in total black. Black hair, black vest, light black T-shirt, black jeans, black tennis shoes. The only things that weren’t black were his skin, which was defiantly naturally tanned a crisp red, and his green eyes, like green beacons in the midnight sky. He was the one who was popping his knuckles.
“Hey,” he mumbled in the direction of the boy who must have yelled at James. “Go easy on him. We’re new in town,” he sounded so cool and… in the shadows.
“Hey, you okay?” A young girl about my age all dressed in white with blue trim and crystal blue eyes walked briskly to my unneeded aid. “My boyfriend and I saw you trip, so he called over his friend, as you can see,” she pointed to the boy in black, “he isn’t to happy about boys picking on little girls, such as us. He is--.”
“Whoa, hold it!” I exclaimed cutting the girl off. Everyone stared at me. The dude in black, and the girl’s so-called ‘boyfriend,’ stared at me in shock. Their expressions asked the question, ‘she’s refusing our help?’
“Ha! I don’t need any protection from a nerd like her. You mother f*****s stay out of my way, if you don’t…prepare to die!” James charged at the black dude who seemed to be the same age as him, 17.
“Oh no you don’t,” I mumbled. I was sick and tired of these jerks ruining my temporary peace and fantasy. I rammed an upper cut in James’ stomach. I then, not waiting for a response, gave him a right hook straight to the eye.
“Here you go you dumb ***!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I got another uppercut ready.
“Holy cr**!” The ‘boyfriend’ dude exclaimed as James was carried off by his little troop. “I like you. What is your name?” He asked holding a hand.
“Liz, yours?” I replied. Now that I could see him clearly he wore orange all over, and his hair was a golden brown. His eyes looked as those of the cat I saw earlier, gold saffron eyes.
“Subastian, uh…” he must have noticed me string in his eyes, he turned away as he shouted, “Cymry!”
The young girl, who was telling me all about the issue, came running into Subastian’s wide-open arms. He then gave her a peek on the forehead. ‘Well, I guess that answers that question?’
“My name is Baron,” a voice said from behind me startling me. The boy in black seemed to be disgusted by how much his best friend was making a scene. “You fight pretty good, but that guy seemed a bit surprised. I take it you don’t usually blow up like that, “Baron turned toward me, he still kept his cool.
“Well, yeah…but…I was having such a good afternoon until they showed up and they’ve been picking on me since elementary,” I said surprised a little by how easy it was to talk to this complete stranger, who was willingly to protect me, another stranger.
“Hmmm. Well, we were just about to head off to a girl’s house to see if she wouldn’t mind showing us the town. You see, we’re new to town and I just got a new car, my buddy and I, with his girlfriend, wanted to take a cruise in it. When we got into the car,” Baron took out one hand from his pocket and put it on the back of his head. He stared down at me with his emerald green eyes and continued, “we realized that we had no clue where to take a cruise and we were afraid that we’d get lost. But when we got to her house she wasn’t home. That was when Subastian saw you…” He trailed off. I just stared at him, he was at least a foot and a half taller than I, but that was expected when he is 17 and I’m only 15.
“Uh…” I was debating if I should ask if he went to my house just down the ally. But… then again, I went back into my shy act.
“You wouldn’t happen to know her?” Cymry inquired.
“Well…which house?” I tried to make it sound as if I was just helping them out not knowing it was actually me they were looking for.
“Come.” Baron stated shortly. I could tell there were two sides to him. One soft innocent little puppy and then a down to earth firm tough wolf side. ‘Why in the hell am I comparing him to k-nines,’ I thought hoping the voice in my head would answer me.
‘Hmmm,’ the voice replied, (thankfully) ‘maybe because you think he is cool and hot and reminds you of the…’ I ignored everything after the bit “cool and hot.” I started to fall into a daze.
“Hey you okay?” Subastian asked putting an arm around my shoulders. He brought me back to reality with me blushing and I hesitantly pushed away from him. I bent down, nodding my head, picked up my fallen stuff.
Cymry, the young girl, bent down and helped me. “Don’t take it seriously,” she said understanding my hesitation. “He always does that. He is just a big flirt, but I know he is ‘sincere’ to me.” She emphasized the last little bit so Subastian could hear. When we stood he winced, then began to run towards (where else) my house.
“Get back here, you terd bucket!” Cymry ran after him. I started laugh and felt like running. I didn’t care who saw, I just wanted to run it just felt fun, at the time.
“Shall we…” Baron pointed in the direction they left.
“If you can catch me!” I shouted after I took off running. I admit I’m not the most athletic at school but I made the top ten.
“Ha!” he shouted way behind me. WHOOSH! In a matter of five seconds he caught up to me, stopped me, and bent down to picked me up. “Did I win?” he asked slyly. “You’re blushing,” he stated as a smile climbed his face slowly.
My hands went straight to my face, my face was hot. He was right. I was blushing. ‘Oh no!’ I thought. ‘Oh yes!’ the voice replied mischievously.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone, only if you don’t tell anyone that I have special powers.” He made a deal. He was
trying to blackmail me.
I debated for a moment. Then I decided not to argue for many reasons. “Okay, but…” I wanted to get back no matter if I was going to keep the deal, “tell me all about your ‘powers.’”
“Ow… you got me,” Baron faked a wince. He, then, started to walk with me in his arms. I couldn’t understand him. One minute he acts as if he wants to be friends, the next minute he is all mister-tough-guy. Then, once again, visa-versa.
“So…” I encouraged him. Something about him made me want to just be…well…me! I felt as if I didn’t need to hide anything, or act a certain way. I felt different.
“Well, it is difficult to explain but...” he sat me down on the porch swing. He sat down next to me.
“My house!” I exclaimed nervously. I didn’t exactly know why, but… I had a clue. He was hot and I wasn’t all that pretty. I didn’t think he would even notice me. So… I got nervous.
“Yeah, I kind of figured it was your house. Not many live in these kinds of houses. I mean your parents must be rich to afford this house, and that school,” he said as his arm slowly but casually, and definitely not nervously, stretched on the seat I was in.
I realized he said ‘parents.’ “I only live with my mother. My father disappeared when I was eight,” I changed the subject depressingly.
“Disappeared? You mean like he ran away or,” his hands went up in the air imitating an explosion, “puffed in a cloud of smoke.”