now that he's gone...

Now that he's gone I can't imagine how i didnt cherish, didnt appreciate every moment that i had with him. during those times i never thought about how we'd both grow up, and yes i admit, how bad i had it in for him, i was in love before i realized it. But now he's gone, and I cannot reach and try to straighten curly hairs from his head, I cannot roll over in bed in the morning and see him staring up at the ceiling smiling, I can't make breakfast for him, or be in company with his friends. I often call his cell phone just to hear his voice again, but when i'm done leaving a message, which in my mind i pretend actually goes to him - wherever he is, the sadness and loneliness creeps in, and i am once again left in utter and complete darkness and despair, wondering why it went wrong, why he left, and why i was forced to wander this ugly hateful world, alone.

cont.

Well anyways, I was talking about Teykon, whom of which just walked into the classroom wearing that green sweater. He took his place next to me sliding down in the seat so his shoulders were parallell with his knees

"Hey Bird." he said as per usual throwing me a bored look and learning forward in his chair as he pulled out his cell phone and looked at the screen.

"Its Wren." I reminded him for the millionth time.

"mmmmm....I know." he said biting on the nail on his pointer finger. I smiled to myself as the teacher came in setting his breifcase down and pulling the podium towards him. I opened my notebook and uncapped my pen ready to take notes.

Class was boring as usual. I wished desperately i could doze off on my left arm like Teykon could, breathing lightly and waking up when someone coughed or something, but i couldnt as to the fact that i had to keep a 3.9 GPA or higher.

After school i walked off to the transit stop. It was boring rain which meant that the bus would take longer to get there than normal. i sat on the soaking wet green bench next to the bus stop sign and wrapped my arms around myself freezing. It had looked nice enough outside this morning so i had on only jeans and a button up blue shirt.

Loud grumbling met my ears and i looked to the left to see Teykon in a rattling peice of metal. He stopped in the middle of the street and honked at me.

"Hey Bird!" he called.

"It's Wren." I told him.

"You look cold." he noted. I glanced at the line of students forming behind him, looking irritated.

"Thats because i am." i called back to him. He laughed looking down for a minute then turning back to me. He leaned over the passenger seat and unlocked and pushed open the door.

"Get in Bird." he commanded, beaming at me. The rain seemed to heavy and the students in the line behind Teykon started honking. I grabbed my backpack and hurried over to the growling vehicle. I sat down on the cold, hard seat, since Teykon had both the windows open it wasnt much warmer in the car, but at least it was somewhat dry. once i shut the door Teykon stepped on the gas and sped off into town.

Teykon's driving consisted of ten miled over the legal limit, and sharp brain-rattling turns, i was forced to hold onto the arm rest and the top of the window for support. Teykon seemed completely at ease.

"So where in teh world do you live anyways?" he asked after about ten minutes.

"In the North District, on Marque Hill." I told him lessening my hold on teh armrest. Teykon threw me a sideways glace, slowing the car down a bit.

"At Dr. Roaks place?" he said quietly, clearing his throat afterwards.

"mmhmm. Yeah." i said looking out the window. Teykon was driving the legal limit now, somewhat slower, but we were out of the city now and on the country roads by the shoreline.

"How do you know them?" he asked.

"They're my parents." i replied.

"They are not." he said laughing. I looked over at him. hardly anyone knew they weren't my real parents.

"well, they are my foster parents." i replied.

"Oh yeah? Thats hardcore." he said more to himself i think. "Where are your real parents? They off being druglords, childbeaters? they dont love you anymore? they abandoned you?" he asked heading up the hill.

"No they're dead." i said dully, hoping he would hurry up to my house.

"that's harsh. how'd they croak?" he asked.

"Excuse me?!" i asked offended. i had never been asked about my parents ever since the night they had died. the fact that he so blatantly asked me about them quite frankly...pissed me off.

story, rough start.

this isnt like a chapter or anything, its just some random writing i've been doing during my enviroscience class. its not an example of my best work or anything. just me messing around, thats it.

He was one of those guys that made you nervous to look at for too long. He had long curly black hair, bushy eyebrows and dark brown eyes. now dont get me wrong, he wasnt a monster, in fact he was dangerously attractive. He had a thin long tan face, a tall body which made him look oddly skinny and at times fragile.

He seemed to always be wearing a white t-shirt over medium blue jeans and white and black shoes. on occasion when it got colder he always wore an olive green sweater with golden tan fur in the hood.

Teykon and i went to a private school on Atrustun Island, off the coast of Washington. the halls were filled with trim blonde hair, and baby blue eyes, sweater bests, kakhis, suits and cardigans. clean crisp ponytails and shiny cell phones. the school was complete with shiny silver cars, daddies with large check books, beauty-pagent mothers, multi-million dollar homes and private jets.

I think the reason why I was so drawn to him, Teykon I mean, was because I was so much like him. No i didnt have shoulder length black curle hair and all that, in fact i had pale skin, pin straight medium brown hair, brown eyes and a mass of orange freckles that flowered my face, especially around my nose. I mean that the reason why we are alike is because we dont really fit in. Teykon on the outside, me on the inside.

My life wasnt worth much, you see, i didnt drive, i had no parents, well, parents that are alive, i lived with my foster parents actually, two scientists nearly unknown to the island of atrustun, except for my foster mother who was becomming increasingly more known. My foster mother, she was a job, when i had first come to live with them she had insisted to change my name, and to change my birthday to fit her idea of the idealistic child she had always wanted. I went from being Casapey Torre to Wren Roak. I was aged by four months as well.

my foster mother, nearing her 40's had recently discovered a cure for a disease knwon as the weap. the weap messed with your eye ducts and made you continuously cry for days, weeks, and sometimes months. the weap had recently been spreading like wildfire across the country for years and my foster mother had put a stop to it.

My dad my foster that is, i really loved. he was funny, smart, and really caring. he looked enough like me physically, and faught with my mom to have my middle name be Casapey so i didnt completely lose my identity, and on my real birthday he always took me out for icecream