Happy Forever

When we met

It was a snowy afternoon in 6th grade. I was walking down the steps of my middle school. I was going to walk home since my house is only a few blocks away, then the bullies came just like every day. I was holding my books as I tried as fast as I could to walk down the steps and down the street without looking scared. It's not that I actually was scared, it's just that I didn't want to cause trouble. I was a few feet away when somebody yanked my long brown hair.

"Hello best friend, I want my money," the tallest bully said. He had to be in at least 8th grade, and his voice dripping sarcastic-ness like venom. He was talking about my lunch money, which I didn't have because I bring homemade food instead of eating the disgusting cafeteria food.

"I don't have any." He smirked, and winked at his minion who was pulling my hair. The next thing I knew I was on my side as they were kicking me in the ribs. I fell in and out of unconsciousness, and there were dots dancing in my vision my eyes brimmed with tears. I tried to get up when I heard-

"STOP!" somebody yelled behind me, I don't know if they left from the surprise or if they're was a teacher, but they ran. I felt strong hands help lift me up, I felt a rush of pain, I whimpered and felt a tear escape my eye. I had been trying so desperately to keep them in. The hands never let me go and the mystery person helped me sit down. There wasn't many people around, since I stayed after school for band practice. As I turned my head to get a better look at the person, I found myself staring into deep brown eyes. They had flecks of gold, blue, and a little green in them-something I had never seen before I caught my self staring and said something any clićhe character in movies or books would say.

"You didn't have to save me." His eyes staring into my deep blue ones.

"Yes, I did. What's your name?" He asked, it's not like meeting somebody off of the internet I could tell that this boy was in 6th grade too. And looking closer, I could tell that he was sweating which means he was probably doing basketball with the boys team, since there wasn't any other after school sports today.

"My name is Amber Dawson." I replied as my breath fogged up the air in front of me. With effort I stood up, as I clutched my side and gritted my teeth in pain I could feel him watching me. I went to go pick up my saxophone case that had been knocked out of my hand by those jerks. I had a lot of other names for them, but none are appropriate to write on paper. I heard running, and somebody yanked the saxophone out of my hand.

"Here, I'll help you with this. You can barely walk." I opened my mouth to reply when he looked over and interrupted me on purpose.

"Lead the way." With that I started limping to my house. Then I realized I didn't even know his name so I spun around and tripped him on accident. I thought he would yell at me for my clumsiness, I saw him shaking with his face in the snow still gripping my saxophone case. He got back up, and that's when I noticed that he was laughing. I couldn't help but laugh myself, even though my rib still hurt.

"If you were going to ask me my name it's Christopher Evans, but you can call me Chris because I have a feeling we're gonna become friends." And as we walked and got to know each other, a friendship began to grow between us.

A/N~ If you couldn't tell by reading my other progressing story, The Hybrids I play the Alto saxophone. I got the idea to write this story by starting to write this at school. Please vote and like Happy Forever, and The Hybrids. Thanks Wattpad addicts ;)