To Be Awake

II

Mia;

The boy and I rush into the learning pod just as the final bell rang. The only seats tht were open, were in the front of the pod. The boy followed the sound of my footsteps to the open chairs. "Ms. O'Neil, you were almost late - again." The teacher sounded annoyed.

"Almost, but not quite." I reply, out of breath.

"And who is this imperfect you brought with you?" The teacher asked.

"I'm the new student as of today - and I'm only imperfect on alternate Thursdays." Everyone stared at him with a befuddled expression on their faces. The boy silent shrank back into his seat.

"Would you like to share your name, boy?"

"No. No thank you." His response was very blunt and he more closed off than he was before.

"And why not?" 

"Because I'm an imperfect. There would be no use for you to be aware of my name." There's that weird way he talks again. I look at him with curious eyes. As for the teacher, she seemed satisfied enough with his answer.

But why? Why would she want an answer like that? I turn and look at him and saw the slightest smile on his face.

Why is everyone acting so weird? I reach under my chair and pull out the mandatory text tablet, as did everyone else. I turn it on and star at the font. It seemed to be different everyday. Today it seemed... curlier than it did yesterday.

Something that's different... I smile to myself. Finally, something that's different.

"Mia!" The teacher snapped. "Pay attention!" 

"Y-yes ma'am!" I respond in a hurry. The people in the learning pod began laughing at me. The boys' face remained nuetral. 

"Now where was I...?"

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I readjust the text tablets in my arms on her way to the craft. One by its self is so light. The multitude of tablets for the mandatory schooling was just insane. I stumbled over my feet slightly. I quickly catch my composer and acted like nothing had happened.

I hear a chuckle behind me. "I heard that." I turned around and saw the mysterious boy. I fall back and walk besides him.

"What may I call you? You might not like it, but you need a name." The boy chuckled again.

"Do I?"

"Yes."

"Well then," he pit his hand on his chin, "How about Guy?"

"Guy?" The word feels weird in my mouth.

"Yes. It seems like a better name than 'Hey You!" I wrinkle my nose.

"You talk funny." "Guy" smiles at me.

"Yeah. I guess I do." He seemed proud of himself.

"Why?" I ask but "Guy" just shrugged.

"All in good time." He gave me a wicked smile. I look at him, wondering. What is his deal? And why is everyone acting so weird? "Guys'" smile became slightly mischievous and his milky white eyes seemed to bore into me.

"What?" I become slightly uncomfortable.

"Just trying to get an image of what you look like. Describe yourself to me."

"Oh. Um, uh..." I hesitate.

"Go on." He urges me.

"Well I, uh, have red hair--"

"Be more descriptive. How long is it." I shift my weight.

"It goes all the way down my back, it's in tight curl, and it's really thick. I have green eyes, like the grass but a little more brown. Um, I wear thick, black glasses. Uh..." I stiffen. I'm not much of a fan of talking about myself.

"Guy" smiles. "Your almost there. How tall are you." I flush an angry crimson.

"None of your business!" I snap, surprising myself. "Sorry." I say quietly.

"Well at least They didn't take away your remorse." "Guy" said, half joking.

"What's... remorse?" What are these weird words he's saying?

"It's feeling sorry for someone or what you did." His tone seemed a little annoyed. "I should really read Their dictionary." He said to himself, aloud.

"Dictionary?"

"Never mind." "Guy" said. "Now, about your height..."

"I said--" "Guy" grabbed my wrist to stop me and put his hand on my shoulders. I give a little gasp. It was against the Word for people of the opposite gender to touch one another.

His hand moved up my neck, to the sides of my face, and to the top of my head. He took one hand off and held the other on top of her head, thumb to his chest.

"What are you--" I began but stopped myself as "Guy" moved his hand towards him. His hand reached the center of his chest. He smiled.

I turn an even darker shade of red and turned away. "Your height is so... charming." He smile widely at me.

"Ch-charming?" "Guy" nodded and began walking again. What do you mean? I try to ask, but the words catch in my throat. Hardly anyone compliment me about... well anything.

I become lost in my thoughts and suddenly realized that "Guy was almost at to the foot of the craft. I quickly jog to catch up to him. "Your pretty quiet when you run." He said to me.

I stop. "I am?" "Guy" nodded.

"Yes. It's quite interesting."

"R-really?" "Guy" nodded again. He slowly put his foot on the steps to the craft, being careful not to trip. As for me, I storm on and nearly tripped over my feet on every step. "Guy" chuckled, taking a seat next to a window. I take the seat next to him.

We sit in an awkward silence, "Guy" staring at the front and I fiddling with my fingers. I still wish I knew his name...

"Um, 'Guy'?"

"Hmm? Yes, what is it?" He turned towards mr.

"Why won't you tell me your name? What's so 'secret' about it?" "Guy""thought for a moment.

"Well, secret wasn't really the right word. I guess it isn't need to know." I frown.

"Everyone's name should be 'need to know'. It's what makes them need to know." "Guy " smiled at me.

"You really are something." I can feel the blood rush to my face. Am I actually making a friend? I smile wider than I have ever done before. I feel the craft come to a stop and "Guy" gets up.

"Uh, wait, 'Guy'?"

"What?"

"About this morning? When you said that the reason They lost was because of the un-sighteds? What did you mean?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course." I say, almost instantly. "I mean, we've known each other for a whole, what, twelve hours." "Guy" laughs.

"Yeah, I guess we have." He sighs. "I'll 'see' you tomorrow." He offered me a smile. Such an interesting boy... I think to myself. Very interesting...

I watched him through the window as the craft started moving again, to my stop. I wish I could have talk to him more - even if it was just I little longer. I sigh but I smile, suddenly very happy. Somethings changed! I squeal inside of my head. Finally!

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