The Lost Ones

Meet Cole

So I'm warning everybody this is a rough draft. Like I have been to scared to put this story out because I want it to be perfect and this is only a tidbit. (I have written the first chapter 4 different times) So yeah.

Let me know what you think?

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Cole

One thing you gotta hate about New York is the people. As a resident of this lovely City for the past 16 years of my life, I can tell you that every stereotype is true. Rude and nasty where practically born here.

Along with the occasional asshole here and there too, but that's besides the point.

What I was saying was how rude people are here. It's indescribable. I was two minutes late for my bus, two minutes, and even when the bus driver saw me coming he took off anyway. Now I find myself sprinting to school even though there's no point because without the bus I was gonna be late even if I was the damn Flash.

New York has a strict timing system, when it comes to school, so they can keep kids in class rather then running the streets. Which is stupid to most of these kids anyway because they would rather sleep in then worry about catching the bus. I wouldn't even be running on the slippery pavement right now if Gramps didn't need my help more then usual this morning.

My Grandfather is at that age where he starts to forget stuff, like to put his shoes on when he goes to take out the trash every now and then he forgets to clean up his food when he's done, or that Grandma Silvia has been dead for the past five years. Sometimes he sits there and has full on conversations like she's there, don't ask him who he's talking to because then he'll go on this big tirade. One of his old nurses made that mistake once and I came home before it could get too drastic, the poor woman was scared shit-less.

I would have gone on my mental recap if some blob hadn't gotten in my way. No like seriously, this short pudgy man walked right in front of me and of course I wasn't paying attention and ended up on the ground. With his greasy face and beady eyes staring down at me, he wrinkled his nose at the sight of me like I was the one that smelt bad. As if.

"Watch it, Kid," He mumbled before walking off leaving me picking myself up off the ground.

That's exactly what I'm talking about, I said looking at the blob like figure walking off. No morals, no manners, no-

Then something much to my liking happened, that pudgy rude man went flying off the pavement. Okay not flying per-say but more like he slipped on some invisible ice, making him land flat on his back like I once was.

Was this the mystical force of Karma at work? Was I just witness to a miracle? For a moment I thought I was till I saw a red headed girl standing not to far away from the blob trying to get up from around his stomach, making him look awfully similar to a Walrus. She was the culprit I sent her a small smile in thanks and she looked at me like I had another head growing out of my neck.

"Okay," I say to myself now werided out, I turned on my heel and continue the rest of my marathon to school.

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I missed roughly half of first period because of my entertaining and strange encounter with the blob and Red Headed girl. I rushed to my locker grabbing the book needed to finish the rest of my American Lit. class, I was lucky I didn't run into security because that would have been an aggravating process and I was already late enough.

I walked into class and Mrs. Simon, an older teacher here, had already started today's homework. Meaning I missed most of today's lesson and had little less then twenty minutes to get started on it.

"Mr. Blackwood," Mrs. Simon said from her desk looking at me over the bridge of her wire frames. "Glad to see you could join us."

I gave a small nod before taking my seat at the old wooden desk with various words and pictures carved into it. Thank god that I was able to concentrate and get most of the work done, meaning I would only have a little to do once I got home. The bell rung dismissing the class and half way to class I meant up with Erin.

My best and only friend. Seriously this nerd is all I have, I was never much of a people person and people never really liked him so we just kinda clicked. We've known each other since 3rd grade we grew up together and I can tell when he's royally pissed. Like he is now as he's making his way towards me.

"Dude!" He practically shouts as he finally comes face with me making his black glasses slightly drift down his nose. "Where where you this Morning?"

"I missed my bus today," I inform making my mood sour once again.

"How it happen this time?"

"Gramps didn't see a point in putting on pants," I say frowning at the growing smirk on his face. "It's so not funny, do you have any idea how hard it is to convince him why he should wear pants?"

His smirk turned into laughter.

"Then on top of that this pudgy blob like man just has to knock me down," I roll my eyes at the memory. "though I did witness a miracle."

"Oh, do please enlighten me on this miracle you speak of," He says in this tone where I know he's making fun of me but not in a mean way.

"Karma,"

"Do tell?" He ask with one dark eyebrow now lifted up.

"So after the pudgy blob knocks me over Karma came to him in the form of a Red Headed Girl," I tell him as I push my way past a group of people who thought their conversation was so important they had to stop in the middle of the hallway.

"Now when you say girl do you mean-"

"She was our age," I cut him off eager to get back to the story in progress.

"Was she hot?"

"That's not important," I snapped at him silencing all his soon to be coming questions about the unknown female. "Now back to the story. I don't know how she did it but some how she made him fall."

"What do you mean?"

"Like he was walking and then he just tripped," I shrug my shoulders.

"Did she stick her foot out?"

"Nope,"

"She spill something?"

"Not from what I could see,"

"Trip wire?"

"Seriously?" I ask him as we entered Chemistry class together.

"What?" He ask pulling out his chair then sitting in it, me following his example. "She could have done that."

"But she didn't," I tell him. "She wasn't close enough to pull something like that."

"Werid," He muses from my right getting out a notebook and  preparing for today's notes, because Mr. Lanchester always likes to give a heavy amount of notes.

"Indeed," I agree with him.