Finally, the day ends and I end up leaving after everybody. I prefer to walk alone then with a random kid I don't even know yet.
But, I find myself walking in the same direction as the kid from earlier. Atlas.
As we walk close but not together, looks around frequently. Weird. But it's not my business is what I tell myself as I follow him into a small parkette. He walks slowly towards the other side of the play structure and I duck under the slide, watching him.
It looks like he's moving towards the bench. I see a kid I recognize from school sitting on it.
"You're finally here," the boy states impatiently breaking the silence.
Atlas rolls his eyes. "I didn't take that long."
The boy glares at him for a moment before scoffing. "So. Still writing in that stupid notebook or are you actually going to do something?" I look at Atlas. What could be so special about a notebook? "I told you I'm planning," he snaps at the boy. "And it's certainly not helping that I have you on my case all the time while I'm doing it."
The boy looks at Atlas angrily and replies with a threatening tone of voice, "remember why you're doing this in the first place Atlas. It's not your choice."
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Teen FictionMore detailed synopsis inside. When I first enrolled at West Hill High, I expected craziness. What I didn't expect was a carefully crafted plan. The resident quiet kid is not as he seems.
