The Blue Window

Chapter One

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick - There! I stared at the circular clock on the opposite side of the classroom. It was officially 9:16, and that meant that there were only  fourteen minutes left of French class. I glanced down at the worksheet we were currently going over. It was nearly blank, save for a bit of scribbled writing as my answers. With each passing minute, I was beginning to regret my mistake of taking French this year instead of my first language, Spanish. And the past month had been especially tough on me without Romeo at my table, catching me up on what I had missed while daydreaming. As I hurried to finish my classwork, I wondered if he might come back before the end of junior year.

 Right now, it was just me and my friend Lily, who was currently staring at me, at our table. "Lyla," she whispered urgently, "class is over. Let's go!" 

I immediately glanced up at the clock I was previously watching. Shoot, she was right, and it was lunch block next, I had better hurry up. Dumping my messily stacked books into my arms, I stumbled into the hallway and to my locker alongside Lily, and within five minutes, we had bought our lunch and were seated at our growing, round lunch table near the center of the cafeteria. 

I wedged myself between my close, well, best friend, Lindsay, and Cole. As usual, best friends Kiera and Sofia were sitting opposite the table, whispering to themselves. "Look who's late again!" Cole shouted in glee. I rolled my eyes. Lily explained unnesesarily, "Lyla forgot class was over. Again." After I finished swallowing my mouth full, I smirked at Cole. "At least I didn't forget class started. Or was even there, Cole". Cole had been mysteriously disapearing from his least favorite classes over the past year, claming to have been at the nurse, although when I passed by, the office was void of his presence.

 Despite his rulebreaking tendencies, Cole was one of my favorite human beings and was closer to me than my own brother, who was curently away at college. At that moment, Lindsay elbowed me with a michovious look in her eye. "Hey, if your still up to it", she spoke in a low tone, "I have a plan for you tonight". "Really?" I exclaimed.

Lindsay knew just how important my plans were, as we both wanted to make a difference in my town. My father had always tried to help the homeless  and made a difference in people's lives. After he died of pancreatic cancer ten months and fourteen days ago, I have wanted to take over his role. Lindsay's father was the opposite. After she had recently found out that he had been selling cheap drugs to the  homeless before he left her family, she wanted to make up for the damage her father had done. 

A week ago, we both created a plan to help the homeless at night and to leave gifts at peoples' doors. It was our way of giving back to our community directly. "I have the map of our town", Lindsay whispered, "and it includes homeless 'hotspots'". I felt a ripple of excitement run through me. "Meet me outside, after school, Lindsay, and we can figure out a way to sneak out of our houses." 

   Ok, so should I keep the writing double spaced, or put in proper paragraphs? Let me know in the comments!