800 Days of Aveline

Day 1

Humidity was a common threat these days for Greymoor. The flustering part being that no one really knew exactly how to handle it. The town had been in a drought for over a decade (though it had just reached it's peak) and still no one had a remedy to not overheat. So, the community trudged on, longing for October to bring sanctuary. The never ending heat wave took a toll on the local high school the most though.

Greymoor High was a fine school that overlooked a once green mountain range and had a state winning agricultural department. It's one fault architecturally was the lack of air conditioning. Only the computer labs had this luxury, and unfortunately Jack Gitlin was without a technology class. The boy, who was now a senior, endured class after class (each feeling like a sauna) until finally he was greeted by lunch. Not a welcomed greeting though; this particular day had a high of 95 degrees, and a low of 70. The cherry on top of this day being that Jack had no choice but to eat outside.

At Greymoor High everyone in their right mind avoided sitting in the cafeteria. For it was a small room, with only about six tables, all of which were unofficially reserved for the more socially challenged kids. It's walls were a bland manila color, and the lights constantly flickered and buzzed. So instead, the student body opted to sit out on the front lawn, a more casual location.

Jack had slung his black backpack over his shoulder as he walked across the front lawn. He headed for the colossal Sycamore tree, which was a prime spot for juniors and seniors alike. There he saw his good friend Vincent Delgado. He and Jack had been buddies since their very first days as freshman. They met while trying out for cross country, and while Jack had only made junior varsity, Vincent had been the only freshman to make varsity. He had the physique of a natural born runner; a short torso, long legs, and an overall scrawny build. Vincent was a lean, mean, running machine.

"Hey."

"Hey." Vincent replied. Jack plopped his backpack onto the damp dirt and sat down. He pulled out his binder and a pencil.

"Do you ever eat real food?" asked Michael, another friend of Jack's. Michael was the type of person who would eat anything in sight and never gain a pound. Jack smirked.

"I gotta finish this one assignment first."

"Mhmm, that's what you always say. Right before you finish two more." Michael said, peeling an orange.

"Guys," Vincent suddenly added, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

"Are we just gonna ignore the fact that there is a swarm of little girls staring at us?" Michael added with a mouth full of orange, while Jack scoffed.

"Well yeah man. I noticed two weeks ago." Then, Michael started into a monologue about how girls couldn't stop staring at him due to his 'oh so amazing biceps' and 'speed'. Whereas the reality was that Michael was as fast as an obese kid running the mile, and his biceps were as undeveloped as his conscience.

All the while Jack had drifted off into his own thoughts. He found himself staring at the girls. They all sat clumped together, munching on fruits and probably other weird, low-carb junk. They laughed with syncopation, causing Jack to wonder what was so amusing. His eyes ambled about each girl; all of them were unique in their style. One had shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and and wore a green flannel. She was cute, he had to admit, but then he looked just to the left of her. She looked identical to the girl in the green flannel, except there was a different air about her. She seemed lost, almost entranced by her thoughts. He thought for a moment before asking Vincent and Michael if they knew who she was.

"No, why would I?" Michael asked. Vincent just shook his head and asked an inevitable question.

"Why? Do you like her or something?" Jack shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean she's cute I guess." He looked over at Michael, who looked appalled.

"Dude, you can't."

"Can't what?"

"You can't get with a sophomore, that's like getting together with a middle schooler." Michael stated defensively.

"Guys enough. Jack can sleep with whoever he wants, whatever. Anyway I forgot to ask, do you guys want to come to the game tonight? Christian invited us." Christian Hastings was the tallest guy on the planet. He was a whopping 6"7 and ran junior varsity. Jack threw a glare at Vincent and pointed his finger accusingly.

"First off I don't want to sleep with her. I don't even know her! And secondly-"

"Just shut up Jack! Yes, we'll go to the game. I'll pick you guys up if you want." Vincent agreed, but Jack was still peeved about the girl. He picked up his backpack and stood up, ready to leave. He turned to Vincent and said,

"I'll see you guys tonight. I gotta get to class."

"Alright dude. We'll pick you up at seven."