-Authors Note: Thank you everyone for your support!-
March 3, 2013 (continued)
So first I guess I should explain the whole leg hurting thing.
The day started off pretty boring as usual. Waking up, trying too hard to look good, and eating my "nutritious" breakfast. My parents are into all of that stuff, even though I'm eighteen now. Stuff like making sure I eat a good breakfast, calling to tell them where I am all of the time, and so on. My mom drove me to school that morning. I lugged my 10000 pound backpack into the front seat and just sat there. Yep, just sat there. I don't know if it is because we already know pretty much about each other or if our lives are so boring that we just have nothing to talk about. To be honest I really don't mind, I like looking out the window for extended periods of time.
I stepped out of the car, said goodbye and thank you before heading into the symmetrical, plain, boring school. Maybe that's why I hate being at school so much, because it is so unlike me. Or maybe it's too much like me...
Get ready, this is the part you were waiting for.
I tripped over a textbook lying in the middle of the school hall. Right in the middle, face down. It wasn't like this was too new, I knew was clumsy. Besides there was no one in the hall anyways. Being the nice person I am, I checked the name on the giant geography textbook, it said, Allen Mathews in a unique half cursive-ish, half block letter type of writing.
Once again because I'm so nice (or because I didn't want to go to math class), I took the book to the main office. There was a tall guy there, arguing with the secretary. He had dark hair and pale skin (and no, this is not going to be a vampire story or anything, he just has human pale skin). Might I add he was toned, not muscular, but toned.
-Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this next part! Tell me in the comments what you think will happen next!-
