KxWarrior
03-24-2009, 02:10 PM
5 Hours...and I'm done with Ch1.
He awoke with a start, feeling rather groggy, and a rather unknowing of what was going on. The faint sound of an alarm was going off, and then it hit him. It was only a dream! "Damn it!" he thought to himself angrily, as he hit the alarm hard and shut it off. He looked around at the room, and then at his window, in the morning sky. Down below him he heard his mother yell,
"John it's time for school! Get your ass down here!." It was at that moment that he struggled out of his bed, and folded it back into place, as it was yesterday. He pulled the striped polo over his head, still stumbling as he walked across the hallway to brush his teeth. "Was it really a dream? It felt so real," he thought to himself as he was gargling, then spitting. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering how to impress her today. His brown hair sported a "bed-risen" look, flowing everywhere, as his blue eyes stared back at himself. He decided to go with this look, and walked back into his room, and grabbed his wallet from his pants he previously wore yesterday. He walked over to his window, and opened it. A fresh blast of mid-spring air hit him, and he decided to put on a light jacket. Over to his closet he walked, where he pulled out a white hoodie. After he pulled it over his head, he walked down the stairs, to his mother, greeting him warmly with a plate of eggs and toast.
"Eat up, big day today," she said approvingly. He rolled his eyes at her, and said,
"What's so big about today? Oh wait, Dad got a promotion, which means we have more money for him to booze out on." She looked at him disapprovingly, and walked away. He was in no mood to deal with this kind of stuff. He grabbed his backpack, and walked to the door, grabbed his keys, and walked out. He turned the corner and hopped over the fence to his car, a red 2000 Mitsubishi Eclipse. He wasn't particularly fond of it, but it did the job with its six cylinders and dual exhaust. He climbed into it, and started the car. He revved his engine a little bit, to indicate to his mother that he was leaving, and with that, he zoomed out of the driveway. He felt his heart race, as the cars tires spun as well as the engine, and he continued his thoughts of her. "She is the one," he thought to himself. "I must talk to her today, otherwise, I'll have another dream like that!"
Around five minutes later, he pulled into the parking spot, number twelve, and got out of his car. He walked up to the school, when he spotted her from across the doors, sitting in the lobby. She stood around five feet tall, and had hair fell straight to her shoulders, with a color it seemed as if the blonde was a sheet of pure gold. Her eyes were soft, with a translucent green surrounding them. She was the envy of any girl in the whole district. She had recently moved from California, but she was nothing like the California girls John had ever seen before. He expected a girl with a tube top, and shorty shorts, but this girl just wore baggy pants, and lowcut shirts, with small earrings, compared to what he would think seemed liked circus hoops. She was perfect in his eyes, and he adored everything about her. The only problem was that she wasn't his, and he had that gut feeling of nausea like before, and he turned away quickly, to go in the door, before he started heaving up air. But just as he turned in the doorway, she looked at him, and smiled, but he didn't catch that as he was too busy gagging. Through each class, it seemed to drag on forever, John ended up sleeping through most of the classes, as usual, writing her name inside of a piece of paper for every thought of her he came across.
By the time he got to see her, in English Class, he got to around 235 "Carolines" on the piece of paper, which stretched to each side of the paper, front to back. He sat down in his seat, like usual, and grabbed his pencil and paper, and begin to jot down the question on the board, but he had to doubletake, to understand the question. 'What Makes You Most Happy?' He had to think about it for a second. "Should i write about Caroline? Or something else?" He then jotted something down quickly, as the timer for the answer beeped abruptly. Mr. McMurphy said,
Okay guys, let's hear some of your answers." People raised their hands and said their answers. Then out of nowhere McMurphy called on John,
"John, let's hear your answer, you've been relatively quiet for once in this class today." People snickered, as John was usually the class clown, and tended to make jokes. John stood up and started reading his paper,
"Well, Mr.McMurphy, cars excite me, and that slick new tie of yours does too, if i must say, it's better then the pink one you always seem to have sporting on you!" This definately was not what he wrote, but it started a silent laughter among his classmates. McMurphy looked as if he was about to crack a laugh, but then motioned for him to sit down. Caroline looked at John and smiled at him, and when he turned to look at her, she turned away fast, acting as if the book had suddenly caught her attention. As Mr. McMurphy was talking of Pronouns, and Shakespeare, John grabbed a piece of paper, and started scribbling fast, a note for Caroline. He folded it up frantically, as McMurphy was turning his corner in his desk. George looked at John and said,
"What the hell are you doing? You're going to get in trouble!" John smirked at him, and nodded in Carolines direction, when George said, "Her? She's a smut! What are you thinking? People just don't come to this part of Pennsylvania." John looked at him angrily, and muttered just enough for them to hear,
"Listen, I don't care what you think, I have to talk to her, and, she's not a smut, say it again, and i'll beat you with a baseball bat!" George rolled his eyes, gave him a 'good luck shake' and returned back to his seat. John was just about to fling the note up at Caroline, when the bell rang. He rushed up to the front of the class, to catch Caroline walking out of the door. He walked up quickly beside her and he said quietly,
"Hi Caroline." She jumped, and turned to look at him, and said,
"Excuse me, but why are you talking to me?" John looked shocked, and replied,
"Well, I thought maybe I could walk you to your class? You have Biology right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" She asked suspiciously.
"Lucky guess," he said quickly. "So can i take you?" She then parted a small smile and said,
"Sure, now that you have charmed me." They walked down the stairs, and he took her to her class, and said,
"Well, here is your stop, I guess I'll see you around?" She parted her hair and said, with a slight tone of aggrivation,
"You took me to my class, and that's it?" He looked at her puzzled. "There's more?" He finally said to her after a few seconds,
"Well, do you want to go out tomorrow night? I could take you to a movie, or something like that, that is, if you want to, you don't have to and we can ..." he trailed off, because she was laughing.
"Of course I'll go with you John, no need to act all modest. Am I the first girl you've ever asked out or something?" He lowered his head. This was in fact the first girl he ever asked out, aside from the usual, girl wanting to make out with the football player, type of girl.
"Nevermind that, shall i pick you up at seven?" He asked.
"Sure, here's my number," She said, pulling a pen out, and writing her number on his wrist. "Make sure you call before you come, I might not be ready."
"Will do," he replied, and he walked to class, but before he did, he looked to see if she was looking from the other end of the hallway. She was, and she was wearing the biggest smile he ever seen. The next two periods went by like nothing, as he wasn't paying attention to class, but the upcoming plans for tomorrow night. Was he really going to take her to the movies, he repeatedly thought, or maybe out to a go-kart racing area? Many thoughts flowed his head, until the last bell rang it's dull monotone. He grabbed his stuff, and was the first out to the parking lot. He started his car with a roar, and with the squealing of tires, he was off to the house.
He awoke with a start, feeling rather groggy, and a rather unknowing of what was going on. The faint sound of an alarm was going off, and then it hit him. It was only a dream! "Damn it!" he thought to himself angrily, as he hit the alarm hard and shut it off. He looked around at the room, and then at his window, in the morning sky. Down below him he heard his mother yell,
"John it's time for school! Get your ass down here!." It was at that moment that he struggled out of his bed, and folded it back into place, as it was yesterday. He pulled the striped polo over his head, still stumbling as he walked across the hallway to brush his teeth. "Was it really a dream? It felt so real," he thought to himself as he was gargling, then spitting. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering how to impress her today. His brown hair sported a "bed-risen" look, flowing everywhere, as his blue eyes stared back at himself. He decided to go with this look, and walked back into his room, and grabbed his wallet from his pants he previously wore yesterday. He walked over to his window, and opened it. A fresh blast of mid-spring air hit him, and he decided to put on a light jacket. Over to his closet he walked, where he pulled out a white hoodie. After he pulled it over his head, he walked down the stairs, to his mother, greeting him warmly with a plate of eggs and toast.
"Eat up, big day today," she said approvingly. He rolled his eyes at her, and said,
"What's so big about today? Oh wait, Dad got a promotion, which means we have more money for him to booze out on." She looked at him disapprovingly, and walked away. He was in no mood to deal with this kind of stuff. He grabbed his backpack, and walked to the door, grabbed his keys, and walked out. He turned the corner and hopped over the fence to his car, a red 2000 Mitsubishi Eclipse. He wasn't particularly fond of it, but it did the job with its six cylinders and dual exhaust. He climbed into it, and started the car. He revved his engine a little bit, to indicate to his mother that he was leaving, and with that, he zoomed out of the driveway. He felt his heart race, as the cars tires spun as well as the engine, and he continued his thoughts of her. "She is the one," he thought to himself. "I must talk to her today, otherwise, I'll have another dream like that!"
Around five minutes later, he pulled into the parking spot, number twelve, and got out of his car. He walked up to the school, when he spotted her from across the doors, sitting in the lobby. She stood around five feet tall, and had hair fell straight to her shoulders, with a color it seemed as if the blonde was a sheet of pure gold. Her eyes were soft, with a translucent green surrounding them. She was the envy of any girl in the whole district. She had recently moved from California, but she was nothing like the California girls John had ever seen before. He expected a girl with a tube top, and shorty shorts, but this girl just wore baggy pants, and lowcut shirts, with small earrings, compared to what he would think seemed liked circus hoops. She was perfect in his eyes, and he adored everything about her. The only problem was that she wasn't his, and he had that gut feeling of nausea like before, and he turned away quickly, to go in the door, before he started heaving up air. But just as he turned in the doorway, she looked at him, and smiled, but he didn't catch that as he was too busy gagging. Through each class, it seemed to drag on forever, John ended up sleeping through most of the classes, as usual, writing her name inside of a piece of paper for every thought of her he came across.
By the time he got to see her, in English Class, he got to around 235 "Carolines" on the piece of paper, which stretched to each side of the paper, front to back. He sat down in his seat, like usual, and grabbed his pencil and paper, and begin to jot down the question on the board, but he had to doubletake, to understand the question. 'What Makes You Most Happy?' He had to think about it for a second. "Should i write about Caroline? Or something else?" He then jotted something down quickly, as the timer for the answer beeped abruptly. Mr. McMurphy said,
Okay guys, let's hear some of your answers." People raised their hands and said their answers. Then out of nowhere McMurphy called on John,
"John, let's hear your answer, you've been relatively quiet for once in this class today." People snickered, as John was usually the class clown, and tended to make jokes. John stood up and started reading his paper,
"Well, Mr.McMurphy, cars excite me, and that slick new tie of yours does too, if i must say, it's better then the pink one you always seem to have sporting on you!" This definately was not what he wrote, but it started a silent laughter among his classmates. McMurphy looked as if he was about to crack a laugh, but then motioned for him to sit down. Caroline looked at John and smiled at him, and when he turned to look at her, she turned away fast, acting as if the book had suddenly caught her attention. As Mr. McMurphy was talking of Pronouns, and Shakespeare, John grabbed a piece of paper, and started scribbling fast, a note for Caroline. He folded it up frantically, as McMurphy was turning his corner in his desk. George looked at John and said,
"What the hell are you doing? You're going to get in trouble!" John smirked at him, and nodded in Carolines direction, when George said, "Her? She's a smut! What are you thinking? People just don't come to this part of Pennsylvania." John looked at him angrily, and muttered just enough for them to hear,
"Listen, I don't care what you think, I have to talk to her, and, she's not a smut, say it again, and i'll beat you with a baseball bat!" George rolled his eyes, gave him a 'good luck shake' and returned back to his seat. John was just about to fling the note up at Caroline, when the bell rang. He rushed up to the front of the class, to catch Caroline walking out of the door. He walked up quickly beside her and he said quietly,
"Hi Caroline." She jumped, and turned to look at him, and said,
"Excuse me, but why are you talking to me?" John looked shocked, and replied,
"Well, I thought maybe I could walk you to your class? You have Biology right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" She asked suspiciously.
"Lucky guess," he said quickly. "So can i take you?" She then parted a small smile and said,
"Sure, now that you have charmed me." They walked down the stairs, and he took her to her class, and said,
"Well, here is your stop, I guess I'll see you around?" She parted her hair and said, with a slight tone of aggrivation,
"You took me to my class, and that's it?" He looked at her puzzled. "There's more?" He finally said to her after a few seconds,
"Well, do you want to go out tomorrow night? I could take you to a movie, or something like that, that is, if you want to, you don't have to and we can ..." he trailed off, because she was laughing.
"Of course I'll go with you John, no need to act all modest. Am I the first girl you've ever asked out or something?" He lowered his head. This was in fact the first girl he ever asked out, aside from the usual, girl wanting to make out with the football player, type of girl.
"Nevermind that, shall i pick you up at seven?" He asked.
"Sure, here's my number," She said, pulling a pen out, and writing her number on his wrist. "Make sure you call before you come, I might not be ready."
"Will do," he replied, and he walked to class, but before he did, he looked to see if she was looking from the other end of the hallway. She was, and she was wearing the biggest smile he ever seen. The next two periods went by like nothing, as he wasn't paying attention to class, but the upcoming plans for tomorrow night. Was he really going to take her to the movies, he repeatedly thought, or maybe out to a go-kart racing area? Many thoughts flowed his head, until the last bell rang it's dull monotone. He grabbed his stuff, and was the first out to the parking lot. He started his car with a roar, and with the squealing of tires, he was off to the house.