A Twist in my Story

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  1. Monday morning, six weeks after his suspension, Larkin was treading down the familiar path through the courtyard to school. That is, it would be familiar if he was actually looking around at his surroundings, but really, after having been at the school, sentenced to juvenile detention for six years (well really it was indefinitely but turned out six years was enough) then coming back only to be suspended for six more weeks, well there really wasn't much he wanted to look at here. The gum wrapper he'd found on his previous first day back was in his jacket pocket, safe there nice and cozy, and he was having a beautiful conversation with his little friend as he plodded along at an easy gait. It was much easier to talk to his friendly wrapper than to make eye contact or focus on looking at anyone else. The conversation about the wrapper losing his friend and being discarded into the grass was more interesting and easier to think about than any looks people gave him as he passed. He wished he could just hit a button and turn invisible, fake people out in thinking he wasn't there so he could more enjoy himself.
     
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  2. The last few weeks had been surprisingly lonely and worse than any usual day, which is almost unbelievable. Dawn yawned and stepped out of the bathroom, trying her best not to be disturbed by the many people staring at her, as if they'd known her little secret. It had been like this from day one, but she never got over the nervousness that leaving the bathroom had brought her. Anyone that really knew her, which was no one, would know that she absolutely hated public bathrooms, and would probably hold it in all day if she had to. But, no one knew her, which was one reason that it was all in her head. Of course no one knew her secret, and she'd made sure that no one would try to get to know her, so no one would find out about her secret.

    With a swift motion, Dawn threw her all-too-secretive backpack back on her shoulder and walked to the courtyard. She hadn't really felt like going to class, and the courtyard was about the only place that she could stand. The gym was too noisy, the library was too quiet, and every other place fitted in those two categories. The courtyard was large, so the amount of noise was right in the middle and it was cramped, so most people just minded their own business. Granted, most of them were walking the other way, trying to get to class, so she probably looked strange walking away from class, but it wasn't like she cared. Most knew not to mess with her. (here comes the deja vu) However, as Dawn was making her way passed the crowds, she suddenly felt her bottom hit solid ground, and let out a low growl. "What the hell... This again. HEY-" She started but she could no longer speak, when the face she looked up to was a familiar one. Probably the only face she knew in that entire school. She didn't bother paying attention to anyone else. "Larkin..." She whispered and almost let a smile spread across her face. But then she remembered something. It'd been six weeks and they hadn't spoken. Hell, she hadn't even seen the guy around, she didn't know what happened to him. All she knew was that she was utterly pissed and remembered how hard she had to try to convince herself that everything that didn't actually happen, or that she didn't care, because she knew it wasn't going to last anyways. Her eyes narrowed and she got up, bumping shoulders as she shuffled passed him, as if he were just another face in the crowd. She knew better than to say anything this time, but if looks could kill....

    (Okay, so I apologize that this is kinda sloppy and poorly-written. I just have to get in the swing of things again)
     
  3. (It's absolutely fine. He's going to speak better English this time, if that's okay. Maybe find a happy medium.)

    Dawn? Shit!

    Larkin had been at the school all of 30 seconds and he'd already collided with Dawn, the one person he cared about. The one person he wanted to see and avoid at the very same time. After ignoring her for so long he expected her to hate him, but a piece of him still wished they could be friends. Or whatever they were before.

    "Hey, wait! ...Dawn?" He called out to her but she wasn't answering. She didn't even look back at him, even though he knew she could hear him. And he knew she was mad. Oh so very mad by the facial expression made him feel as if he'd just laid naked on a bed of nails. And that didn't feel very good. He wanted to get her attention, he wanted her to come back so he could explain something, or so she could hate him a little closer and not so far away, 45 meters, 46, and yes, admittedly, Larkin in that moment became more than a little desperate.

    "Dawn! You forgot your notebook!" He called to her, knowing she was still in range of hearing him. It was believable, she fell and last time she fell her notebook slipped away onto the grass and she'd be protective of that thing like a mother is protective over her young ones. Or a person is protective of their secrets. He conveniently was bent down with a hand behind his back so she couldn't see the air he was holding and cracked a little smile. A smile that said, "I have something you need, and I'm not afraid to bargain with you." Now he just hoped she wouldn't look for it and believe him.
     
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