Dreaming Awake

Chapter Two - Lightning doesnt strike in the same place twice

January 7th, 2014.

He'd looked all over the school.

No sign of the mysterious girl he'd delivered the letter to last week, he'd even snuck into the office to check the files.

Mrs. Maul had scolded him something awful, "You should know better, you're going to be a sophomore next year young man, I expect more out of you than rummaging around trough an office filing cabinet! I should call your parents for this Calvin, but I'm letting you off with a warning this time..." she trailed on about it for about ten minuets.

He sighed, smoothed out his red hair, and nodded politely. "Yes Ma'm."

He wouldn't pull a stunt like that again, he'd have to find some other way to fin out about this girl.

Maybe Berne would know.

Berne knew everyone, well because he was the mail man a few years ago, now he ran the office and sent the eight boys out to deliver the mail, he was paralyzed from a car accident.

Someone hit his shoulder in the hall way, and he was knocked into the lockers.

He rubbed his shoulder, mouthed a good sized "ouch..." and continued down the hall to his fifth period class.

Mrs. Porter looked sadly at Calvin as he entered the room, late, again.

He groaned as he walked up to her.

"Calvin, go see Mrs.Maul, this is the seventh time this month-" she set down her coffee cup.

"But Mrs-" he tried to reason with her, that it was a long walk from the art room.

"No! Calvin you have had enough second chances, go now, or I'll make you go to coach who just got finished with Max!" she looked to the back of the room where Max slumped, his brown hair covered his eyes, and his body was drenched with sweat.

"OK." he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked put into the silent hall.

Silently, in his head, he cursed at himself for being late again, his parents were going to kill him.

Mrs. Maul was defiantly going to call them now.

He ruffled his hair, he was nervous.

Maybe he should just skip out school? The day was half over, and he could have missed getting in trouble with his family, but he didn't. His feet took him right into the office, his hands pushed on the door and he sat in front of Mrs. Maul's office.

She looked up from her spectacles," Mister Calvin, here again?"

He blocked out most of the words that the Principal used on him as she dialed his parents number, it was stupid, he thought.

Eventually she dismissed him and he ran out the back into the soccer field. He could deal with his parents later, he tugged the strap on his shoulder which held his bag, and set off for the mail office.

He could defiantly do with a early start on the mail that came in yesterday.

The wind seemed to have gotten colder around the young Calvin as he was walking to the Mail Drop Off. It seemed like life was being especially mean to him on this particular day. He coughed as the cold air made its unwelcome way into his throat.

He pushed past the unusually strong wind he made his way into the post office and sat down on the bench.

Berne's chair squeaked as he turned to look at the boy.

"It's still school time, what bring you here?"

Calvin looked at his wheel chair in the middle of the room then back to the chair at the desk.