Please, Don't Strike

Chapter 1

It was the 63th day of senior year, boring as usual.

It is first period, Math. I sit in the back of the class and get my worksheet out. We use it when we have nothing else to work on, so it is an extra 10 points if we finish it.

I am a straight A student, having so much quiet free time. I hear the intercom in the school come on.

Could Wynne Gyri please come to the main office, Wynne Gyri main office.

The class was half full, but noone looked at me as they usually do to other people. No ooohs. I walk with my head down to the office, the hallway empty. I suddenly see black combat boots on the ground. I feel a heavy shove and fall to the ground.

"Sorry," a low, dark voice says.

I mumble softly "No, it's okay." Still looking at the ground, getting up.

"Wait!" The voice calls, but I walk away quickly. Enough human interaction for today.

"You needed me?" I mumbled

"No, not anymore. Sorry, now, your help isn't needed." the office lady said. She wrote a pass for me to go back to class, and I shuffled out of the office.

I again saw black combat boots, but ran off to class before he could talk to me again. Well, I think it's a he.

After first period, I have study hall. I head to the library and sit in the way back. I get my journal out and start writing a new poem I thought of in math. I only go two lines in before I felt a heavy presence of a person in front of me. I look up enough to see black combat boots. Does this guy have a life? I see the chair being pulled out, and a guy sits in the chair. I still haven't seen his face, but I don't care.

"Hello," Combat Boots says.

I nod and return writing.

"What are you writing?" he leans over the table.

I shake my head, closing the book. It was my personal journal, with poems and short stories, and feelings. And a picture of my "Family" when I was 11. We all sat facing the camara, smiling. Happy.

"Sure I can't peek?"

"Yes," I say.

"Well, then. I'm Q. Nice to meet you." Combat Boots says.

"Wynne." I say. I finally look up at him. No one word described how he looked. He had dark hair, short-ish. Spiked up in the front. Beautiful dark blue eyes, with gold flakes. His clothes say something else. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had a dark grey jacket on, lighter than the shirt, but barely.

He smiled a small grin and leaned back into the seat. I realized my eyes were wide and I was staring, so I looked back in my leather bound journal, feeling heat rest in my ears.

He laughed slightly and started talking again

"Sorry, about earlier. Needed to get to class."

"It's fine."

"Did you get hurt? I know you hit a locker, is your back sore?"

"I'm fine," I said firmly, he was getting on my nerves.

We sat there for a while as he stared at me and I wrote in my book.

"Don't talk much, do you?"

"No,"

He laughed, and I grinned.

"What's next?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is your next class?"

"Oh, English."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, I like reading. And writing. The teacher is really nice, too." I said, smiling.

"Stop babbling Wynne."

I smiled as heat returned in my ears

"I have English next, too."

"I have advanced English."

"Me too."

"Oh," You have to be pretty smart to get into advanced classes.

DING....DING....DING...DING

"Oh, lets go"

"Are you inviting me to walk with you?"

I did? "Yeah, unless you don't want to, which is fine."

"It's fine."

"'Kay."

I was starting to like this dude. I hadn't had a friend in so long, it was like I starving myself. I trusted him, for some odd reason.

***AN***

HEYa! Whats up fellas? So, do you like Q or not.

Player?

Sketchy?

Emo?

TELL ME I NEED YOUR HELP!!!

BTW, go check out Short Stories amd comment some suggestions. It isn't a scheduled thing and I am not for certain I will do that story, but if I do I will comment back saying

1) If I do it and

2) When it will be uploaded.

Then just hope you are satisfied. Questions answered on the first authors not of that book.

Words and trees,

-Livi