I Saw Him

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I, Andrew Adams, hate everything.

It's been this way forever. Always moving every year or so because I've been kicked out of every school within driving distance. I've lived in every state you can think of -terror, panic, etc.- I'm kidding. I mean every state in the United States. So much for "United" though, when we all live under the rules of an orange with the face of a duck. (No offense to oranges or ducks, of course.)

Anyways, my mom believes that one day we'll find the perfect school and live happily ever after. Then again, she also believes dad is coming back. And that sure as hell ain't happening. Well, now I'm starting my seventh school of the year. And by the way it's only May. I'm pulled out of my life narration by an annoyingly loud yell to my left.

It's some guy. He's surrounded by what appears to be his loyal followers, fixated on fulfilling his every request. Ah, I finally lay eyes on the King. Every school has one, and it won't take long to figure out who he is. The King wears dark blue, almost black skinny jeans and a red-ish maroon v-neck shirt. I roll my eyes, exaggerating the small movement by carefully making sure my eyes actually make a circular motion. Stupid, I know, but he deserves it. I turn away from the boy and his servants and make my way up the stairs and into the school.

(Magical time skip, because I don't know how high school works, brought to you by: really cute bunnies whose noses are very boop-able)

My first three classes of the day were super boring. Even though my grades are basically nonexistent, I actually know everything we're supposed to learn this year. Still, I doubt my grades will get better. I don't see why we have to do repetitive worksheets and tests over something if we understand it. Thus, my GPA, no matter how important everyone thinks it is, will remain as low as physically possible.

Anyways, it is now lunch time. I follow the others in my class as we walk downstairs to the rows of tables. At the front of the room is a stage for the principal and guest speakers to give speeches, as well as for the theatre department to use. The back wall is almost completely windows, with a door leading  outside to more tables, used during the warmer months.

And now, that is where I go, completely skipping the lines towards the right of the room, regardless of the fact that I did not even bring a lunch with me. I open the glass doors, walk out, and head to the left. I know exactly where I am going because I had seen this while looking at the school before I was enrolled. After a few more turns and one dead end, I  reach my destination.

A small, rusted ladder leads to a platform half way up the school. I begin to climb and the ladder shakes with every step. It definitely looked sturdier than it felt. Oh well. I reach the platform with ease and find that there is another ladder, that leads to the roof. This one, though, is chained up. I grab onto the ladder, which is about even with my head, and throw my body straight down, as hard as I could. Nothing happens. I think about staying here before I turn around and look at the view, although I wouldn't call it that. I'm not high enough to feel alone so I walk as close to the edge as I can. I turn back around facing the ladder, run as fast as I can, and jump.

I land on the fifth rung with my left hand and pull myself up so that my feet are on the bottom one. I begin my ascent, while catching my breath. The ladder ends one foot too short, but I easily step up. Now that I'm on the roof, I peer over the edge and take in the beautiful scenery. From here you can see the woods nearby as the leaves color slowly changes into a golden brown.

I walk away from the edge, and sit down behind a small wall that barely covers the top of my head. I don't want anyone to see me up here. I'm listening to an old Fall Out Boy song when I hear a faint noise coming from the other side of the wall. I stop my music to see if it was just my imagination, and when I hear it again I know it's real. I put up my hood before peeking over the top of the wall. 

I see another person, a guy, and judging by the clothing, this was the same, obnoxiously loud boy that I saw this morning. I watch him from behind, not like a stalker, I'm just curious! He walk over to what I think is the left side of the school, where the forest starts to be very prominent. Looking down, over the side, he walk along the edge until he ends back up in the middle, nodding his head. He catches me by surprise, turning around to face my way and I duck my head as fast as I can. A few seconds pass, and I hear nothing so I risk looking up again. 

When I do, I find myself being stared at by the boy, and I know, once and for all, that he's seen me. I think he's going to tell the principle, who will tell my mom, who will tell my counselor, who will lecture me, and that's going to suck. But he makes no sign of going to do so. Instead he nods, while maintaining eye contact, spreads his arms, and smiles, before leaning backwards, over the edge. 

I find my self unable to move until he breaks eye contact, and by that point, I'm running as fast as I can to were he once was. I yell, not really loud, but enough to where I know he could hear me. I don't dare look down, but instead walk away, back to my music. This time, I turn the music up as loud as possible so as to not hear my thoughts or how fast my heart is beating. I still hear both though, but only one thing replays in my head over and over again:

Why did I want to save him so much, if I don't even want to save myself?