Time Will Only Tell {VERY Temporary Hiatus}

Chapter 2 -Looking The Wrong Direction

Heey! Hope your future is looking as odd as always ;) I decided to add some romance into this madness depressing story... Please read it and check it out... I would love to see if people enjoy it?!

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The wetness of the rain caused my grey converse to turn black filling the once dry soles, wet. I wore my usual cargo jacket that covered my whole back, stopping at my knees. I walked down "Raymond road" and there was no sign of cars. The storm looked like it had been going all night, because my path on the side of the road was more like a puddle. I splashed my shoes in the cold water, making the water fly from every direction of my shoe. I looked up to my left, then right only to see open field. If I didn't know my way around I felt like I could've walked down the never ending road forever, and never find my destination.

Today, I knew my destination. School. Some people in my position (with a dead mom) say school helps to reduce grief, but I refuse to believe it. School is the only place I could hide from my home.

I looked in either direction of the road and headed right onto the double yellow lines. I was in the middle of the road, and I was pleased with myself when I notticed the road wasn't as flooded. I kept my feet inbetween the two lines, careful not to touch the yellow. I played this until I got to the top of the large hill. On the hill, I made out my old run-down school.

I pulled my hood higher up my head, prepared for the trip down the big hill -the best part of my day. I jogged over to the side of the road, to a large green bush and stuck my hand in it until I felt what I was looking for. I pulled out a yellow and orange longboard and ran back to center it on the yellow line. I kept my board in the bush, so my dad never found out I bought something with money I earned over several years. I sat down on the cold surface of the board, crossing my legs so I was sitting comfortably on the skinny platform. I usually stood when I rode, however today I wanted to mix it up. With my arms, I pushed myself until I felt gravity kick in, and I began sliding down the steep hill. I threw my hands in the air, letting out a cry of joy, and sticking out my tongue feeling the droplets of water hit in my mouth. My hood fell off my head, and my long wavy blonde hair whipped out from behind me. It was moving in all directions, catching hold of the side of my mouth. I felt like I was flying, and my jacket were my wings.

I reached the bottom of the hill, and in the distant of the road I saw a bright light directly in front of me. The more I moved down the road, the more I saw until I could make out two headlights. The shock overwelmed me as I tried to slow down, anything to get away from the car growing fastly towards me. I felt like I couldnt move, and I couldn't think of what to do. The car began to honk, again and again trying to make an effort to stop. With one final decision I leaned sideways positioning myself to the left. My longboard changed position and I made a sharp turn left, and my shoulder just skinned the front of the car. The force flung me back, causing me to fall backwards, landing roughly on my back. My eyes were closed as I tried to catch my breath. My chest heaved in and out trying to regain myself.

"Umm... Ar-Are you okay?" A voice said above me. I fluttered my eyes opened and saw three guys looking at me. No two. One? Definitely one.

"I-I- Yeah, I'm good." My voiced cracked as I got a clear view of him. He was tall, with golden brown hair, with soft brown eyes. I coughed, embaressed that I was near such a attractive boy.

"Let me help you up" He said politely giving me his hand. I slowly grabbed onto him, and he lifted me up slowly just incase I was hurt. I stood on my feet when I felt the ground below me and I dared to look up into his eyes. He was staring back at me and I blushed, hiding it with a smile. He smirked back at me, but we both had our eyes locked on each other. "I like your long board -I didn't know you liked to do that kind of stuff" he said softly to me.

"Their must be a lot of stuff you don't know then" I muttered back to him.

"I'm Brett, and you?" He said showing his perfectly white teeth.

"Reese Lawerence." I said, looking down to the ground. He looked down insync and we seemed to both realize we were holding hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry" we both said parting our grasp from each other awkwardly.

"I have to go, I'm really late for school" I murmured looking down at my damp bag. He chuckled when I said that, clearly amused of my condition.

"Good luck. Do you finish today?" Great, exams. I totally forgot. I quickly looked in my bag to find the white slip I got the day before I began skipping school.

Friday, June 15, 2012 -Period 2

English exam

100 minutes

"Would you by any chance know the time?" I asked crumpling the sheet of paper and looking back at him.

This made him smirk and he pulled up his navy blue sleeve, now soaking and pulled out his silver watch. "9:34" he said looking back to me. "Your exam is in six minutes."

"How do you know?" I shot my head up at him and gave him an confused face, my eyebrows tensed together.

"Your freaking out, and I just have happened to have seen your paper." He winked at me, and I shoke my head... I embaressed myself once again.

"I should go" I said quietly, ducking my head between my shoulders and picked up my long board. I began walking away when I felt someone grab my shoulder. My good shoulder, my other one ached uncontrollably.

"Hope to see you around, or something" he said thoughtfully to me.

"Maybe." I said to him, turning to face him. Hurt struck him slightly, but quickly hid it with a smile. He looked wealthy, and happy he didn't need me too ruin his life with my depressing story.

"You know your a different kind of girl, you deserve someone to treat you right." The words rushed out of him, and neither him nor I were expecting it. He said it slowly, a full hearted and his kind words made me blush slightly. The words came out randomly, and I was taken aback slightly, confused on how to reply.

"Thanks, I think." Was the only thing I could think of saying. I didn't know how to respond to a guy so attactive and perfect.

 With that, we both turned our seperate ways, back to our completely different lives. The way he came up and was so kind to me, made me wish ever so slightly his presence was still with me. But I had to remember my goal, and add another one to my list.

1: Don't trust the perfect boys

2: Don't trust the ones with beautiful eyes

I scribbled it in little empty black booklet and stuffed it back in my bag. I promised myself every mistake I would write in this little black book, so know not to do it again.

I did a pinky promise to only me, myself and I. And I only promised me, myself and I. And that's all it is going to be.