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Chapter 2 : Plummeting…
The boy stood outside a hospital room, having a hard time deciding if he should go inside or not. After another minute of decision, he sighed and stepped inside. He kept his eyes down, staring at the floor, unable to look at his friend who was sitting in the bed.
"Grey, you came. I didn't think you'd be able to." The girl smiled at him, trying to make him smile as well. She sighed when she saw that it wouldn't help much. The girl crossed her hands in her lap, and looked to an empty chair next to the bed. "You can sit if you want."
The boy, Grey, nodded and sat down, but kept his eyes averted. The two teens stayed silent for what seemed like forever. "This… this is my fault," he said finally. "I'm sorry Sketch, I…"
"It's not your fault! It's not anyone's fault but that freak that did this," she said pointing to her forehead, which was wrapped with bandages. "You actually helped me Grey, if I had been alone… I probably wouldn't be here." She sighed again, sinking into the pillows that were on the bed to prop her up. "I can go back to school in a few days. How's everyone been?"
Grey looked up at her for the first time since her entered the room. "They're all wondering where you are, since you've never missed school like all your life. I didn't tell anyone, but the teachers warned everyone about 'gang activity.' When they see your head they'll put two and two together."
"And get four?" The girl laughed, and so did the boy. "Well I'm glad you're happy again."
He smiled. "Thanks Sammy."
"Ah! How many times have I told you to call me Sketch?!"
"And how many have I told you to call me Gregory?"
They both laughed for a long time.
"Oh my gosh! What happened to your head?" a short Asian boy asked Sketch as she rummaged through her locker, early that Tuesday morning.
"Look Kevin, I'm not in the mood for this right now. I'll tell you and the others at lunch, okay?" she asked him.
The boy pouted, but quickly nodded. "I'll wait. Even though I wanted to hear it now." He sighed and leaned on the row of lockers. "You're lucky you missed the last few days, all the classes started giving out a hell of a lot of homework."
"Really? That sucks." She quickly zipped up her backpack and locked her locker before motioning for Kevin to follow. "Let's go find the others, shall we?"
He nodded following after the girl, frowning at the fact she didn't seem to care about him or his feelings.
That day at lunch, Sketch and Grey told their friends about what had happened two weeks previously. All of them; Kevin, Jewel, Alan, Peter, June, Joan, Sally, and Jack, were completely appalled.
"That's messed up," Alan said while staring at the bandages.
"Does anyone have a grudge against you or something?" Jewel asked her seriously.
"Maybe it was just an accident?" Kevin suggested. No one took notice of his comment though; they were all too busy fussing over Sketch. He frowned, and started off to his next class even though it was a good fifteen minutes before the bell rang to end lunch. "No one listens to me anymore," he said to himself quietly, entering his class.
Well… just developing the story with this chapter. I just wanted to get all the characters out there. Oh, and thanks again for the reviews! I'll try to update tomorrow as well.