Hey everyone! I just started posting this on Quibblo, but I'd already had a lot of it written on my site, which no one knows about. I decided to put it on here and get some reviews, see what people think.I'm also looking for a title, since 'Forgiven,' while it fits the story, seems a bit dull.
So here it is! Reviews would be appreciated, and all comments are appreciated, though keep in mind that if I get a really nice one I might just mention you in the next chapter.Get reading!
"Alex! Are you okay?" she fretted.
I sighed, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of the dream. "Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. Just a dream..."
"Well, if you're sure.... then get ready for school and come eat breakfast," she said. I could tell she wasn't totally reassured, but it wasn't the first time, so I guess she was used to it. I sighed again, and got up to get dressed. I hopped in the shower to cool myself down and got dressed.
On my way downstairs, I could smell bacon and pancakes. I sat down next to my dad, who was reading the daily local newspaper. After I ate and said bye to my parents, I got into my car and drove to school.
When I got out of my car and was heading to my locker, I heard a few passed-along whispers about a new boy that had just moved here or something. At the time, I hadn't cared at all.
During language arts, my first block of the day, I got myself a pass to use the bathroom. As I was walking back, I heard footsteps shadowing mine. I stopped experimentally, and the footsteps stopped, too. I turned.
"Why are you following me, Josh?" I asked irritatedly. "I've got to get back to class."
Josh Darring is the jock of the school, the I'm-so-better-than-you-because-I-can-play-sports-and-am-dating-a-cheerleader-that's-hotter-than-you kind of guy that found some type of issue with everyone. You would think that he wouldn't notice me much, but that just proves that assumed thoughts aren't always right.
He tutted at me and said, "I wouldn't have such an attitude, now, Alex. You don't know what that could result in."
Okay. I was starting to get a little creeped out at this point.
He walked closer to me, and I stepped back until I was against the lockers. Bad idea - never corner yourself when faced with possible danger. Consider that my advice to you.
Josh pulled his arm back and swung, pretending to hit me but stopping before his fist actually made contact with me.
He laughed - in my opinion, he sounded a bit mad, but that's just me. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Alex... or maybe I am."
With that, he kneed my stomach without warning, causing me to double over. Too late, I realized that was a bad idea when he pushed me down. I put my arm down and tried to pull myself up, but he just kicked it away hardly and painfully. I groaned.
"Hey!" an unexpected voice shouted from further down the hallway, startling us both. In Josh's distraction, however, I was able to get up and run to the unfamiliar-yet-familiar boy. Where did I know his face? A distant memory?
"Don't get involved," Josh snarled. The boy stepped in front of me protectively.
"There shouldn't be anything to get involved with," the brown-haired boy said. He sounded rather menacing to me, if a bit foolish.
Josh walked closer to us. He punched the boy in his face, then kicked my leg out from under me roughly. He walked away after that, though, with only a whispered "Be expecting me later" in my ear.
I tried to get up and only hurt my leg further then what Josh did when he kicked it (which I suspected was pretty bad). The boy leaned over me and checked if I was okay, being a bit annoying with his continuous asking. His nose was bloody, maybe broken, but otherwise he seemed all right.
"Jasper," I recalled suddenly.
He looked suspicious. "How do you know my name?"
"I... don't know." This was a lie, though, because I had just remembered where I knew him: my dream.
"Whatever. We have to get you to a hospital."
"I'm fine," I snapped. He eyed my leg and arm doubtfully. He went to pick me up, ignoring my complaints. He put one arm under my knees, and the other beneath my neck, effectively picking me up with ease. All right, then. I would be carried.
"What are we telling the principal?"
"What? We're not telling anyone about this," I said. "Make up a story, if you must, but please, for my sake, do not tell anyone. It will only result in something much worse than this," I pleaded. He nodded gravely, and I sighed in relief.
"Come on," he said. "To the ER we go!"