The Boy Without A Name

Epilogue

It was the first Monday of January today and I was seriously considering skipping school because I was lazy but my mom reminded me that I needed to get to school to get my report card and form that I filled out to take the examination at my dream.

Actually, her exact words were, "Lillian Michie Crystn Reed, you better get your lazy butt out of bed and to school in the next five minutes because I will not let you live on my couch when you ditch your education because you didn't get into your dream school!"

I'd like to think my translation of that was pretty close. And nicer. Less threatening, too.

Since I remembered that today was the day the Lord has made for me to take the test at my dream school, I quickly hopped out of bed and rapidly got ready for school and made it there quite fast too. The examination was scheduled an hour right after dismissal time which would give me enough to eat and get there.

I was so pumped for my examination later on that I was hyperactive for the first time the whole day. People were probably thinking I was high of drugs that day if you ask them about it. I smiled and greeted everybody with the biggest and goofiest smile, I laughed hysterically at cheesy jokes, I raised my hand five too many times for each class to ask a question regarding the lesson or to answer the teacher's question, sometimes I answered my classmate's question in behalf of my teacher, I also talked too loudly and too much. Now I'm considering if I was high off something.

Soon it was 2:30 PM and I didn't even notice it unlike before when I always checked the time. I'm not complaining though. I immediately leave school and hurry home. Nobody was there, so I heated some water and made myself a bowl of Ramen Noodle Soup. After that, I left my heavy school backpack in my room and opted for a smaller one just right for my essentials.

A cab was my means of transportation to the venue of the examination. I arrived a couple of minutes early, but it proved to be not early enough as I was met with an endless queue at the entrance.

The end of the line seemed to be quite far away and so I just kept walking back from the beginning. Unfortunately, a group of reckless boys knocked me over so my body collided with a stranger's. I accidentally elbowed his stomach and hit his head due to the force.

"Ouch!" The stranger yelled. "You elbowed my stomach, bump my head and stomped on my foot. Great, aren't you clumsy?"

Woah, I didn't even realize I stepped on his foot. The force must've given me a slight concussion.

I lifted my head to meet the stranger's eyes and would you just look a that. Fate trying to bring us together much?

If you hadn't already guessed, the stranger was nobody else but the great Robert John. Or Rob as I had preferred to call him in my head.

I studied his face. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his face a bit red from anger I guess. His eyes weren't dark or scary mad. Just a bit crinkled in annoyance. But recognition must've dawned on the poor lad because his features lit up when he finally realized it was me.

"Oh hey, it's you! Lillian, right?" He asked me giving me a small grin.

"Yeah, that's me," I smiled politely. "Sorry about your head, and your stomach and your foot."

He looked a confused for a second but then he remembered. "Oh yeah. Nah, don't worry about," He checked the body parts I hit. "No blood, no bruise. It's fine."

He gave me another wide smile. He looked the same. Average height, skinny built, but muscular. He had a nice tan as he did before, perfect white teeth. Grey eyes a little too big but seemed to be perfectly proportioned on him. Thick eyebrows, short lashes but dark black. Sharp nose with a slightly crooked bridge.