HootOwl Harbour | Owl City Imagines

1 | His Lost Wonderwall (Requested)

Written For: PrincessGeek2002

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I was fifteen years old when I met her.

Adam's P.O.V. 

September 05, 2001 - sixteen years ago

I was introverted from the start. One to study and do as I was told. But I never had any luck making friends at school. I was too quiet and too awkward, and my peers seemed to always avoid the "weird ones"... except for the athletic boys of Iowa 7 High School. You see, I used my spare time to practice the piano and the guitar instead of chasing a ball around a field. The other guys thought I was weak, so they did the thing all strong, burly, egotistical adolescent males did: pick on the weak... and the freaks.

On a certain afternoon, I was in the music room making some improvisations on a song I had been working on. Then, they came. The pimple-faced one in front who was sucking a lollipop said, "Hey, Adam! Watcha doin'?"

"Oh, you know, just making a new tune for the upcoming school concert," I replied quietly.

"Uh-huh," the warrior said quite menacingly. His lackeys started to snicker. Their ringleader took the lollipop out of his mouth and waddled toward me. He slammed his hand on the piano, which made me jump. His lackeys, burst into laughter. The leader started to grin. "I think it's time to tune out your face, wimp!", he snarled. He swung at me, hitting me square in the shoulder and knocking me off my seat. I squinted, then my flight-or-fight response kicked in and I made for the door.

"Hey, twerp!" a skinny, bucktooth boy yelled as I pushed past him. Around this time, the only person monitoring the hallways was an old janitor, and he was not too keen on hearing. So I would not have any help from him if I called out for help. This meant I had to find the nearest exit and hope that the gang would stop chasing me. I was starting to run out of breath when a neon-red exit sign came into view. I took a final dash to it and burst through the door.

I stopped, breathing heavily. There was no sound. I must have lost them, I thought. I leaned against the school wall and closed my eyes. Then, the door swung around and hit my right temple. The sneaky gang had followed me here and got the better of me.

The chase was on again.

I frantically climbed up a nearby hill and dashed to the forest. The footsteps of the crew were right behind me. I could feel them trying to grab my shirt. I was dead meat. I was SUPER dead meat. However, at that moment, they came to a screeching halt.

"Hey, that's Old Vio's forest!" one grunt said. "No one who goes in there ever comes out, at least not in one piece," he continued.

Their leader chuckled. "Hey, Adam! Good luck getting out of there. Old Vio's going to do more damage to you than any of us could!" the boy yelled, trying to sound tough. I did not care. I just wanted to get away from those guys.

Old Vio, that's what they call the spirit of the woods behind our school.