A/N: hello all! I haven't written a Secret Window story as of yet. And I haven't read very many either... so please tell me if my idea isn't very original... anyways... here she goes...
Oh yeah... I don't own Secret Window... well I mean I do, I bought it for $10 at Blockbuster... but I don't like own the story or characters or anything, but in time... mwa ha ha! Lol.
On with the story!
The boy stepped out of the car. His hair was cropped short and large glasses covered his face. He clutched his schoolbooks tightly to his chest. He couldn't believe he was here. A boy born and raised in Kentucky... now uprooted and moved to New York City. He bit his lower lip, straightened his posture and walked towards the large doors.
"Class... we have a new student with us, Morton, why don't you introduce yourself to the class..." the young teacher smiled at the scared boy. Morton. He always despised that name, he wished his parents would have given him a better name than Morton, but here he was, in a new school, in a big room with 25 pairs of eager eyes all on him.
"Well, umm, my name is Mort Rainey, I'm from Owensboro, Kentucky... and I like to read and write stories..." his drawl was soft. A few of his new classmates laughed at him. He smiled shyly, put his head down and walked quietly to his seat. If all of New York is like this, he said to himself, I don't think I'll survive.
Mort walked solemnly through the halls, visions of a new story filling his head. A mystery... one where a teacher and her class are missing and only the quiet new boy knows where they are... he smiled at this thought. He wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" he bumped into someone. Their books were all over the hallway. He began picking them up, slowly. His hand brushed the stranger's. This hand was delicate. Feminine. Suddenly the young boy was nervous. He looked up and into the most gorgeous blue eyes he had ever seen. A beautiful blonde smiled at him, "Mickenzie," she said, extending her hand.
"Mort" he replied, taking her petite hand into his own. She smiled and opened her mouth to say something more, but the tardy bell rang and she ran off, "nice to meet you" he shouted back at her shadow.
At the age of 15, Morton Rainey, was finally experiencing... love. And it scared him.
All right, here's my short first chapter... hope you like it! I'll write more when the muses will me to... and feel free to leave me some suggestions.