All Right this is the first time i've written so be honest. Thanks :)
****Preface
I glanced into the face of the eighteen year old boy lying in the hospital bed at my side. He had tubes running in his nose and his eyelids were shut from exhaustion. I listened to his breathing making sure it was nice and even. Every time his breath caught for a second longer than normal I cringed.
Just then there was a knock at the door and a seventeen year old boy was standing there leaning against the doorway. His lip was swollen and he had stitches above his right eye. His tux shirt was stained with blood that wasn't his own. He strode forward towards me and I sucked in a breath of air.
****Ryan
The first day of school always drags. Always. Except this year it's high school time. Which didn't make a bit of difference to me. I stood next to my pal Louis and we were both positioned in front of the school watching the buses come and go, making small talk to fill the silence.
I glanced at the school and sighed. It was gray and old and looked like it could collapse at any moment. The school was sorry looking. Buildings and patches of brown dirt and brown grass were sprinkled everywhere across the campus. A big building dominated the middle and had red chipped letters printed across the front indicating it as the Cafeteria. The library was hiding somewhere behind it and the gym was off to the side sulking.
Louis hit my shoulder to get my attention. "Dude, didn't you see that girl... she was totally checking you out" he said.
"Cool" I said unenthusiastically. Thing is girls are always checking Louis and I out, ever since the seventh grade when we hit puberty. What a fun time in life.
It was pretty cool back then, but now... It's just annoying. Well to me at least, Lou gets just as psyched now as he did back then.
"A whole new crop of girls this year man. Older girls" he smiles.
"You are so ruled by your hormones Lou" I sigh.
"And that's a bad thing?" he shoots back.
"Whatever" I mumble, focusing on the buses again.
Louis and I used to be great friends, but then we just grew apart. We don't have the same interests anymore. He likes football, girls, crazy parties, and more girls. Your perfect football player: big, dumb, and horny.
I don't find that interesting. Yeah, I like girls. I love girls, but I don't let that rule my life.
So Louis and I, we just drifted apart. We still hang out together and crash at each other's houses on weekends, but it's not the same.
I walked off towards the Cafeteria, the big building with the peeling letters, without even saying bye to Louis. He won't notice anyway, he's too busy drooling over some girl's ass.
I walked into the Cafeteria take a look around and decide to head to first period. It feels like the living dead inside. Just a few kids sprinkled across an arrangement of chairs and tables, sitting and staring off into space vacantly like zombies.
I sighed again for about the hundredth time this morning and flung the Cafeteria door open, ready to escape this hell-hole.
****Riley
Where the hell is Kelli? I hate first days of school - always have, always will. It's just a fact of life: First days of school suck! Especially when you can't find your best friend and you've been searching for her around this dinky ass, run-down, warehouse they call Helen-Brooke High School. More like Hell-Broke High School.
