Walking down the hall in a new school is never fun. The kids don't know you, and everyone already hs all their friends established, so you're the loner around. You just have to pray that someone will take you in. Your worst nightmare is getting bumped and all of your stuff falling, and then you tripping.
Of course, that happened.
I ran into a dude, he was only a little taller than me, which rarely happens, because i am so short. "S-Sorry," I mumbled. Ugh. Why am I so awkward? He handed my my books, and i stuffed them and a bunch of papers in my bag. "No," He smiled. "My bad." I smiled at my Chuck Taylors as he asked for my name. "Terra," I started walking, and he followed me. "Like, Terra Cotta? The fireproof warriors from China?" I laughed. "I'm Keegan," He stopped walking, and offered his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you." This moment was the very beginning of something so ultimately beautiful, Van Gogh would paint it for money.
Keegan turned out to be in most of my classes, all except three: Debate, Choir, and Gym. He insisted on showing me around, and finding out everything he could about me. Anytime I would try asking why, he would ask another question, so I just went with it. "Where do you live?" he began. "I would like to know so I can walk you home." Okay, this guy is officially creepy. "Um," I was debating whether or not to lie or be nice. "Why would you wanna walk me home? We just met this morning." He looked at me, surprised I didn't know why. "Because,Terra Cotta Warrior, You are a piece of art. And a piece of art does not deserve to walk home alone." He told me that was intended to be compliment so I thanked him.
He did walk me home that day. We talked about how we wanted to be various fruits, under the shade from oak trees above our heads. The leaves were falling down, and the breeze made it okay to take the long way. "How about a banana?" I asked, ready for an intelligent answer like the previous ones. "Banana?! Are you nuts?! Those are gross. They'e long and mushy, and used in ways that aren't very appealing. No pun intended." I laughed for the millionth time, and indicated that my house was the one with the moving truck in the front. "Thanks, I had fun." He smiled and slid his hand into his front pockets of his skinny jeans. "No problemo, Terra Cotta. We should do this again." He brushed his fingers through his small quiff on his head. "Yeah, we should." He started to walk away, and I imagined him as an apple walking away wearing black vans. I giggled at the thought. When I walked inside, i flung myself onto my mattress, because we didn't put up my bed yet, and I sighed. "Friend," I promised myself that we would be friends, and that I would let myself open up to him. I won't be alone again. Never again.
