The red-haired boy's dark cobblestone brown eyes widened. He launched himself across the room of the foreign household to clamp both hands over a teenage girl's nose and mouth as the yellow gas filled the small residency. Heart pounding, his mouth snapped open as a sharp yell escaped his lips; his skin seemed to blister on contact with the mustard gas, burning him and sending him writhing in pain and misery. He'd shoved her small hands into his uniform pockets and thrown himself over her so that as little of her skin is exposed, but she manages somehow to yank her dainty hands free, and pushed them over his own nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to help him, tears running down her face as she began coughing, some of the burning gas slipping through his fingers and getting in her own nose and mouth.. In what little English she knew, she dubbed him a name that at one time was a spiteful, bullying comment. "Soldier Boy.."
The school bell chirps its usual shrill call, and almost in unison, locker doors slam and kids begin quickly heading to classes. Jesse stands at his own locker, fumbling with his iPod in hopes of turning it off. It's screen has a large crack running down the center, the result of what happens when you drop it on concrete and step on it. A hand ran along his back, making him smile and look up. "Jess, what happened to your iPod? You just got it."
"I know, and I just ruined it," He replied, cheeks flushing slightly. "I was running to catch the bus, and it slipped out of my pocket and hit the sidewalk.. And then I might've, sort've, stepped on it.." He muttered the last part to himself.
Melissa rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.
{ WIP, not done yet }
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