Blue

-23 days-

The white boy, the skinny, tall boy with brown hair, sneaks behind the stone bench and leans against the tree trunk. Since I can't move my head, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He could be a ghost. For a minute I think that he's here to contact me, but that would be stupid. I don't see dead people.
   He pulls out a paperback and starts reading.
   I hunch over my own book.
   Mom's Black CR – V crunches to the curb and idles. I rip out the page I just read, ball it in my fist, and stand.
   The tall boy watches me. I don't make eye contact. Not with him. Not with anyone.
   I shoulder my book bag, walk to the car, open the door, and get in. my thighs squeeze together.
   "Who is that?" Mom asks. She's peering over my shoulder at the tall boy. In the side-rview mirror, i see he's moved to the bench and taken my spot. Like he did yesterday.
   "Was he talking to you? Do you know him?"
    He's into me, Mom. He likes ugly stick boys who have to wear neck braces.
   She shifts into drive "I don't want you associating with people outside of school, people I don't know. If anyone talks to you, go back inside the building."
   What if i talk to them?
   That was a joke.
    She checks the mirror to merge into the street. Her face filled with worry lines. "Your father has a late meeting with a client, so it'll just be us for dinner."
    She smiles expectantly.
    I can't even look at her.
    "I'll be leaving for Houston in the morning, but i shouldn't have to stay more than two days. Dad will drive you to school and pick you up. He may be a few minutes late if he can't get away by two thirty, but you just wait for him on the bench."
   We circle the roundabout and she adds "If that... person, if anyone bothers you, tell your dad."
    Sure, Mom. I'll use sign language.

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it's short, i know. also it's not that good but whatever. this is chapter 1 and ill bro ably come back to this chapter and update it a bunch and add more but i'm worn out.       💕VOTE PLEASE💕💕