Hidden Secrets

Him

I walked down the long, narrow corridors and sighed heavily. Today was the day that he came back to school. He had been gone for a year and now he would finally return. It's not like I hated him, but I did have a strong disliking for the guy. Of course, he probably didn't even know who I was. But everyone knew who he was. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the whole of New England knew the existence of the delinquent. With his broad shoulders, tight jawline, and imitating stance, it's kind of hard not to be scared of the guy. But I had learned in the previous quarters of the school year that he did indeed have a soft side. Not one of the petty things like a love for bunnies or something cute like that; But a soft side for those who had no side at all. He cared for those who showed no emotion. Who were so drowned in their sorrow that they became blank and void of no affection. The people who seemed to be lost somewhere and had left their bodies behind, mindlessly walking around the school. Those people, and only those particular students, were the ones that he ever paid a mind to. And, I believe the reason for his actions in helping them, is because once, he was a part of that helpless clique also.

Travis Montclaire. Not your usual bad boy. Yes, he can be somewhat... atrocious, but he isn't grotesque in my opinion. He's not the gentleman type, unless he is working with his patients and most of the time he is very rude. His grungy attitude is basically the least he has to worry about, seeing as his manners are inadequate and his compliments are as unsatisfactory as they come. Not to be inappropriate or anything but he did have a small, notorious pimple on his left cheek. Just saying.

Although he is a pain in the gluteus maximus to most people, he still does have some substantial and fun qualities. He plays for our school football team even though he has a faulty throw. He also enjoys track and field, and it really is a bummer that I am on that distinct team as well. I've never actually talked to the boy, but I must say, in all my years of running I have never seen such a bulky guy jog as quickly as he can. I can tell that whenever he runs, he lets his mind run free also. When he moves down the track it is clear that he is here, but not here at the same time. If you know what I mean. He's lost in his own thoughts, and, that is the something that I admire, quite greatly might I add.

You see, I can't, and probably never will, be able to wander around in my head. I'm always aware of my surroundings. Nothing ever goes unnoticed. If something unusual happens, I investigate. I guess it's just a part of my personality. I think it's part of the reason why I hate mysteries. When I come across one, I feel compelled to solve it. Whether it is in books, or in movies, I always pay definite attention to any clue that I can find. And, once I have gathered up my clues, I make a hypothesis. Normally, my predictions are accurate and precise.

There is one thing that I have learned throughout all my years. One thing that has helped me solve any mystery ever known.

Clues are everything.

They are the very thing that upholds the hypothesis and strengthens the argument over it. They back you up when you need evidence, and, clues lead to traces of the prevision.

Mysteries are not easy to solve. They require a lot of time and effort to even form a conjecture. But as I said before, I hate mysteries. I hate them so much that they make my blood boil. But I am determined to figure my latest conundrum out. This riddle will not be easy to solve in any given way. But I am prepared to try my hardest.

Travis Montclaire will not be a mystery that will go unsolved.

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Okay, so this is a story that I have been tweaking and progressing for the past few years. I hope you guys like it so far. I'm also looking for a new title. Mine's not the best and I was hoping that you guys could help me come up with a better one. But anyways,

Thanks for reading.

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