• Classrooms filled with the mindless chatter and gossip of children, as they all tied to pass the time while they waited for the final bell of the day to ring and release them for their long a waited three-day weekend. The majority of the class failed to hear the cries and pleads of their teacher, who was trying to get her class to settle down and return to their seats.

    The clock continued to countdown the minutes until the last bell rung, and so the students became louder and louder with each passing second. The teacher soon just gave up and returned to her desk and started to grade the stack of papers that rested on it.

    As time rolled on, the students of the classroom began to grow less patient, for the bell was over five seconds late, but finally after the ninth second the overdue bell rang, and the students that once filled the classrooms with their thoughtless chatter now horded the hallways.

    Lucky for the teachers, their conversations went with them. Students rushed past the hallways and ran though the doorways as they hurried to their lockers, so they could unload their bags and rush home.

    But, that only caused the hallways to become even more crowded. As the last of the students and teachers left for their homes, not one of them noticed that in Ms. Peterson's classroom, a student still sat there. Her long hair tied into a braid, with her eyes focused on the notebook in front of her.

    She was sitting at her desk, writing to her hearts' content. But, as she hastily wrote away, she failed to notice the shady silhouette at the doorway; watching her.

    “Hey. School was let out over ten minutes ago. Why are you still here?” a smooth monotone voice spoke. The voice made the girl jump in her seat, taking her out of her own world of imagination. She turned her head and stared wide-eyed at the boy, who was currently leaning on the doorframe, unable to speak due to still being a bit surprised by the other person in the room, who was a guy no less.

    And on top of that, he must have been watching her for a while, and she didn't notice at all. “Are you going to say something? Or are you just going to stare at me?” he asked coldly, but a small smirk played on his lips.

    “I’m s-sorry! I didn’t k-know anyone was still here.” The girl stuttered, as fear started to creep into her heart, as the guy continued to stare at her, the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room continued to grow, and an awkward silence made the room seem heavy.

    The boy was the one to break the moment of awkwardness. “You never answered my question. ‘Why are you still here?"” he asked again, a calm tone was etched into his voice, as he tried to make the tension in the air less dense.

    She was about to answer his question, but then quickly shut her mouth. But, then when she noticed that he was waiting for a reply from her, she finally reopened her mouth to speak. “I-I was just w-writing, I w-wasn’t p-paying to t-the t-time, that’s a-all.” She said to him, as she watched him move from leaning on the doorway to sitting on top of the desk in front of her own.

    She could feel the tension in the room become slightly less dense, and the nervousness she felt had also started to fade. "What were you writing?" he asked her. This sent the poor girl into another state of shock. No one ever cared to know what she wrote about in her black notebook, this was the first time anyone, has ever asked her such a question. Not even her closet friends asked her that question.

    She looked up into his eyes in search of the usual mocking glace, but instead found pure curiosity. "Oh, just a small drabble I've been working on all day." She told him, her voice was soft and held an unsure tone. She felt strange; this boy was talking to her, as if he'd known her all his life, as if they were friends. She never really knew what it was like talking to someone who would actually listen.

    "Could I read it?" he asked. The girl simply nodded her head and hands him the notebook that rested on her desk, too shocked for words, she sits there quietly. Watching him closely, watching his every movement. He reads the writing in his hands over and over again, taking it apart and re-reading, as he tries to grasp the message that is hidden between the lines.

    After reading it a few times, and memorizing it, he finally hands the black notebook back to the girl. "It's really good. It reminds me of a song I once heard." He said. The girl could feel her cheeks burn up, and she could only manages to say a quiet "Thank you."

    The boy smiled, and she smiled back.


    Time felt as if it was just floating by, as the two continued to ask questions about one another. But, like they say, all good things eventually have to end. "We've been talking for a while now. By any chance would you know the time?" The girl asked rather politely.

    The boy blinked several times before nodding as he pulled the left arm sleeve of his shirt back to reveal a black and silver watch, which contrasted to his pale skin. "Yeah, its ten minutes after five." He said, as he looked up from his watch.

    He found the girl panicking and spazzing out as she started to quickly pack everything on her desk into her small backpack. "I can't believe this! I'm going to be so late!" She said, as she ran out of the classroom with her backpack in hand. She gracefully slid the bag onto her back as she ran out of the school.

    The boy followed her, and was right on her heels. "Wait! Can't you at least tell me your name?" He shouted from behind her. She stopped and turns to face him. "It's Salyon!" She said with a big, cheeky grin.

    He was about three-feet from her, and he just stood there; watching, as if waiting for something to happen. "Okay. Well you know my name. So, how about you tell me yours?" she asked him.

    She saw a flash of pain come across his face, but as quick as it had come, it was gone. For it was quickly masked by a cocky smirk, and a twinkle of amusement. "Well, I would tell you. But, I don't think you'd remember." He said the last part quietly, so Salyon wouldn't hear. Salyon's expression quickly went from happy to furious.

    "What's your name?"     She asked him again, but this time in a more demanding tone.

    He was silent, but continued to stare straight into Salyon's ice blue eyes. She was about to turn and leave, but then heard him quietly say.

    "It's Austin." When Salyon looked closely into his eyes, she could clearly see that he was disappointed for some reason, but she just shrugged it off.

    "Well, it was nice to meet you!" she said with a small smile, and with that she waved to him goodbye and then proceeded to walk in her original direction.

    He watched her until; she had turned the corner and was out of his site. Then he proceeded to walk in the opposite direction of Salyon. He let out a soft chuckle.

    "It was nice to meet you too, Salyon. You know, it's funny. I thought you would have at least remembered me." His sad smile still remained.