It was a wet morning outside the window. I am currently sitting in my English class watching the minute had lose a race against a snail. Mr. Newell was dragging on about how lazy we all were, and if we didn't do something about it we would all live with our parents. Sometimes I think that Mr. Newell stills lives with his mother and is to insecure to go out into the world and make something of himself.
Beep! "About Time" I thought as I shoved my blue notebook into my bag. I had made it safely out the door before I was flushed into the swarm of students trying to get to their third period. I was struggling to get passed, everyone shoving my 5'6 frame around the hallway. I was being smashed against a wall when I heard the sounds of music. The sound of the clanky, old piano drew me closer. I walked into the room and saw a boy belting out lyrics. " He has a good voice" I pondered as I looked at him. His warm tan skin enhanced his dark features from his sepia colored hair to his dark colored clothes.
He captivated me making me move closer he was batting the keys with vehemence as if each time he hit it had burnt him several times over. I straggled around the chairs to reach the front of the piano. I watched as he focused on the black and white board as his song ended. When he looked he noticed me standing there. He stared at me for a long time before he smirked.
" Well aren't you gonna clap?" I furiously hit my hands together as he stood up and bowed dramatically. Once I had quit clapping he looked at me. " So what's your name?" he said I looked at him expecting him to know who I was when I didn't answer him immediately after I was asked. He raise his eyebrow giving me a confused look. I mentally groaned as I went for my side pocket pulling out my notepad and favorite sparkly pen.
My names Mitchell. It read. I handed it to him.
" Hello Mitchie, my name is Braden.' He held out his hand to me I went to shake it before he yanked me towards him in one of those awkward " bro" hugs. I have yet to actually get the hug right I always tend to fall into the said human. Me and my clumsy feet. When Braden let's go I look at him hoping he didn't see the awkward feeling I was giving off.
