Colin McKinin; soccer star and playboy to whom's lucky-go nature and charming smile grew his popularity.
But, even as Colin was surrounded by people there was the chilling coldness in the air, a loneliness in the boys broken bones as the puppet danc...
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C O L I N
Wonder was hunched over her science textbook as a set of tubes, multiple small black little bottles and a dropper lay next to her.
The classroom was loud as partners chatted to one another, most stressed in effort of getting the experiment correct.
I limped over to Wonder who looked up, massive protective goggles covering half of her face. I held my grin at the site of her in science gear and leant against the desk.
She looked down at my ankle before saying with concern, "How long until it gets better?"
I shrugged looking down as well, "Maybe a few days, three or four."
She chewed the inside of her cheek as she looked at me before sighing deeply, "I have no idea what I'm doing."
I pulled a chair out from the desk and sat down, "I'm not allowed to stand — or really walk but," I glanced at the board and read quickly, "I believe you're trying to find the catalyst?"
Her eyes widen at the word before she pushed the glasses onto her head and rubbed her eyes.
I stood up and bite my cheek to hold back the squeal of pain as my foot hit the ground. Gripping the bottle and turning it to read the label before scanning the textbook.
I unscrewed the lid, "Didn't sleep much?"
It was an unusual question in there circumstances, one that could read in two different ways.
"No — well, you know," She watched me measure out the acid, "The usual."
She reached to hand me to the next acid, but the white bandage that covered her arm caught my eyes.
"Colin..." The crease between my eyebrows deepened as I stared it, "Colin!"
I stared down at the tube that had overflowed, the weak acid spilling over the desk. She rushed to get paper towels as I stood, dumbfounded.
It wasn't like Wonder to wear long sleeved shirts.
"Hey..." I stood awkwardly, unsure on how to ask the question, "Your arm—"
She looked up abruptly, hair falling over her face as her arms sprawled across the table, her fingers gripping bundle of paper towels.
I gulped the thick lump in my throat as I stared at her. She puffed the piece of hair away from her face in annoyance before stating, "I cut it at work."
