Dowie Heart

Luke.

11 July 1997.

" Your boy ... He almost died. "

Crap. Dont be nervous. Just be cool and dont be retarded.

Translation = dont be you.

Piss off brain. Dont tell me what to do.

Its just a new school but it still makes my heart race. Like i said. Retard.

My brain is an asshole.

New school since i moved out of my old school back at Hamford. My old man had work overseas and Mom wasnt in the idea of leaving him alone so all of us had to move to Burnigham even if i didnt like it.

And i hate it.

At this point im just staring blank, standing in the middle of a riot of students but then a teacher comes and asks me if im new. I nod and she offers to show me to class.

She must've figured i was lost and didnt know where to go.

Guess whats size her bra is.

What the actual fuck brain.

She leads me into a class and all i see are eyes staring at me as if i was an alien.

Most probably cause you are. An ugly one too.

A man in a brown coat stood behind the teachers table and has a faint smile on his face. Bro, his teeth were so white.

" So young man. Introduce yourself if its not much of a favour. " His voice was sure husky. The kind you wouldnt expect from an old man with a coat that looked like it were to expload from the guy's blubber.

And so i did as he asked. " Luke Hearth, age 16. Im from Hamford. You've probably never heard of it. Its a small city. And im uh ... happy to be part of this class. " I atleast spouted that much out from my mouth.

Sick speech.

Thanks brain.

He tells me to take a sit anywhere that was vacant and it looked like they were all full.

But then a fella waves his hand at me and drags a chair right beside him.

I scoot over and he's smiling.

Who in the right mind would have you sit beside them ?

Cant argue with that. But this guy was smiling as if i had give him a cookie.

I flippin love cookies.

A few periods of class pass by and it was recess.

So i grab my grub from my locker and made tracks outside.

There was a canteen but didnt feel like getting into an awkward situation so i saved my self the trouble and went ahead to find a place to eat my home made cookies.

Mom made em and i love her cookies.

You have a sick love for cookies, you wierdo.

You jelly bro ?

I find a spot right back the school and plopped my self down and munched a cookie down.

" Hi Luke Hearth ! " It was the dude from first class.

Cant a man enjoy his cookies ?

" Hey ... Ah ... ? I didnt quite catch your name ? And what are you doin here ? " i stuttered and asked.

" Well. Looked like you were lonely so kindda came over to give you company " he smiles.

You want my cookies dontchu. Dont let him have em Luke.

" Oh .. you didnt have to do that you know. Im better of alone. I kindda like it. But of course i dont mind you. Want a cookie ? "

I TOLD YOU TO NOT GIVE HIM ONE.

He reaches in my bag and takes one and gobbles it up before i could blink.

" Holy crap that was good. Oh yea, my name's Scott. Scott Alan. " The guy smiles again. What is up with that.

Fo fucks sake Luke. We lost a cookie. This is not the time for making friends.

Turns out me and Scott have similliar intrests ...

Maybe.

Heck if I know.