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Chapter 2 (v.1) - ~Meet, Greet, Flee!~

Submitted: August 13, 2011

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Submitted: August 13, 2011



~Chapter 2: Meet, Greet, Flee!~

He inhaled a deep breath, trying not to offend her any farther. “Hello,” he said with a smile he hoped said, I’m not a pervert, can we please be friends? “I’m Isaac.” He offered out his hand for her to shake. He stared into her emerald green eyes and after a deafening silent minute lowered his hand.

“So… I uh, I’m supposed to take you to school. Ar-Are you ready?” Without even giving him a reply, she stalked out of the room and out of the house.

He came to a stop at the red-light and glanced out the window. “This is so exciting! I always love coming on the first day of school and seeing all the new faces!” He turned toward Autumn who was also staring out the window. “Don’t you?”

“I hate it!” His excited state quickly deflated. She turned and glared at him. “I hate people like you that are always so cheerful in the morning! I mean, what’s there to be happy about?”

“Well unlike you who attended this school for three years now, this is only my first day.” He smiled at her. When the light turned green, he turned the corner and entered the school parking lot. After finding a good parking place, he unfastened his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He ran to the other side and made it just in time to open the door for her. With little more than a mumbled thanks, she got out of the car and started to walk toward the school.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He caught her hand. “Wait.” He waited for her to turn around and look at him. “I uh, I was wondering if you could show me around the school. I mean, since you’re the only friend I have at the moment… I was thinking that maybe we should help each other.”

“Look.” She spat the word out with hatred. “If its friends you want then I suggest you don’t hang around me.” She turned around and pulled her hand out of my grasp. “If they see you with me they’ll hate you to.” The shock rendered him speechless as she ran off toward the school’s entrance.

Autumn… What have they done to you?


Autumn walked through the school entrance ready for another year of torture. She didn’t hate him. Sure she envied Isaac for his cheerfulness, but she didn’t hate him. Yet.

“As soon as he starts to befriend the rest of them, he’ll mess with me too.” She mumbled as she avoided the students who were chatting with friends. She hated mornings the most. She hurried to reach the library, which was a safe sanctuary that students wouldn’t mess with her since there were teachers there.

Focusing too much on her speed, she didn’t notice the foot that shoot out in front of her path. She tumbled down to the cement ground, her knees getting scraped from the fall. “You should watch where you’re going bitch!” Said the kid who had tripped her. Her eyes stung. She wanted to cry so much, but she stopped the tears. The laughter of the other students echoed around her.

I will not give them the pleasure of seeing me cry. Autumn thought as she stood up. An arm shoot out beside her, punching the kid right on his nose followed by a cracking noise. “Apologize! Apologize to her, you sick bastard!” Autumn’s eyes widened with shook when she recognized the voice. She looked up to see Isaac guarding her and glaring at the boy he had just called a bastard with a pissed off expression.

“Holy crap! What...? You broke my nose!” The boy stepped back, holding his nose while blood spurt everywhere. The crowd of students shrieked a series of “fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!”

“Come on!” Isaac yelled over the students roar as he pulled her along as Isaac made his way through the wall of excited teenagers. Half dragging her as he ran, they made it to the nurse’s office. On the window there was a sign which read “Be back soon!” Without a word Isaac opened the door and sat her down on the bed.

“What are you-“

“Where’s the first aid kit?” He asked, interrupting her.

“In the cabinet- Why are you doing this? If you’re doing this because you feel sorry for me, then stop. I don’t like being pitied by others.” Autumn said with anger.

Ignoring the question, he knelt down in front of her, setting the first aid kit down on the floor. Isaac took out the disinfectant and applied it to her scraped knees. Autumn bit her lower lip to keep from shouting in pain. Isaac gently placed the big square Band-Aids on both of my knees. As he placed everything back into the first aid kit he finally answered. “It’s not pity.” Isaac picked up the kit and stood, looking Autumn directly in the eyes, Autumn felt the strange intensity of his electric blue eyes. “In fact, I praise you.” He turned and walked to the cabinet and placed the kit back inside.

“Wait, so you praise me for getting bullied?” She asked, a bit confused.

He sighed before he spoke. “For enduring it. I know how much pain you must have been in, yet you didn’t cry.” His hand turned into a fist at his side. “If it hadn’t been for you being hurt, I probably wouldn’t have stopped at just one punch. You saved me this time…” Autumn thought he was joking, until she looked into his eyes and saw how serious he was.

She dug her nails into her palm, frustrated for not knowing how to respond. “Well…thank you for helping me back there.” She said a bit embarrassed. She wasn’t used to others helping her. No matter in how much pain she was or how many times they had caused her to cry, none of the other students ever helped her…Except one.

Luke had been the first one to help her back in second grade when they were friends. She had been on the play ground playing with the sand, when suddenly some boys started insulting her and kicking sand at her. She still remembered the furious expression Luke wore as he beat up all the boys for “bullying his friend”, and then later he helped her wash it out of her eyes and hair.

“Hey, I think we should go get our schedules and go find our class, or we’ll be late.” Isaac said bringing her back to the present. He held out his hand to help her get up and she gladly took it. He turned back to her and smiled. “Let’s go.”

Without letting go of her hand, they ran all the way to the gym, where there was a long stretched out table with teachers sitting behind it holding the students schedules in alphabetical order by their last name.

Isaac tugged at her hand. “Both our last names start with an S, we’re in this line then.” Autumn went along as Isaac led her to the end of the S line.

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