I through the crowded hall way, my head looking at the ground, my shoulders tense, my feet swift. It was my first день at this new school here in Happy Harbor and I had Остаться в живых my voice. I hadn’t actually Остаться в живых it, but I just hadn’t found it yet. I rushed down the hall and almost crashed right into a large teen in a black tee-shirt standing with a girl in a розовый skirt. I smiled sheepishly, nodded an apology and started off. I pushed my glasses up my nose and focased on getting to class before everyone else did. I felt a hand clamp firmly on my shoulder and I was spun around. It was the boy I ran into.
“You new here?” he asked. I nodded.
“Can Ты talk?” the girl asked with concern. Again, I nodded.
“Then why don’t Ты explain why Ты tried to run out of the school by jumping out the window?” the guy asked. I spun back around and realized I was less than a foot away from a window. My face went red and I looked down at my books.
“Connor, I think Ты scared her” the girl murmured. The girl had brown hair and bright brown eyes. The happy-go-lucky way she carried herself obviously screamed cheerleader.
“I-I-I’m N-N-Night” I managed. Their eyes widened. I stepped back. The boy grabbed my glasses off my face. Everything turned blurry. I dropped my Книги and felt around for my glasses.
“G-Give my glasses back. I-I-I don’t want trouble” I pleaded. I heard a еще matured voice and suddenly, I could see again. The boy and girl were rushing down the hall and I was looking at the face of my civics teacher.
“Thank Ты Mr. Carr” I muttered
“Your welcome Night. Why did he take your glasses anyway?” he asked
“I don’t know. I bumped into him down the hall, but aside from that, I didn’t do anything” I murmured. I picked up my Книги again and hurried off to English. Sadly, the two people that took my glasses were waiting for me. I tried to get by without being seen, but they saw me. Someone always saw me. The girl walked up to me.
“Night, was it? I’m sorry about earlier, but it was necessary. If Ты want, after school, we could hang out, get to know each other a bit better” she smiled
“Uh…sure. What’s your name anyway?” I shrugged
“I’m Megan Morse, and this is Connor Kent” she smiled
“Like the writer for the daily newspaper in Metropolis, Clark Kent?” I asked
“No, like Kent Neilson” he muttered
“Then shouldn’t your last name be Neilson?” I asked. Before he could reply, the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang. I rushed into class and sat down. After seventy five long minutes, the class was finally over, along with the day. I walked to my locker and put my Книги in. I closed it and Connor and Megan were standing there. I jumped in shock.
“Hi Night!” Megan smiled
“Hi” I said. I grabbed my back-pack from my locker and slipped it on.
“Let’s go. Connor and I know the owner of a private пляж, пляжный nearby, if Ты want to go there” she smiled
“Okay” we walked outside and to the beach. It was right beside a large mountain. Four people were already there. Megan ran over while Connor and I walked еще slowly. Something about this place seemed oddly familiar. I had a vision of a girl who looked like me laughing and having fun on this very beach. I stopped, confused as the people all ran up to me and hugged me. When they stood back, they must’ve noticed I wasn’t the person they obviously thought I was. Then, one came up and kissed me.