Flipside;Chapter 1

by Cj in a place where I can sing my heart out

Chapter 1

Link’s POV

            Yick. The school bus. Noisy kids, annoying guys, tittering girls. Not the best mix. Plopping down near the back, I snag a skating mag out of my messenger bag and make sure no one can see over it. Then, ever so carefully, I ease a different piece of paper out of my bag and look at it wistfully. If you must know what has me so enraptured it’s a picture I cut out of a catalogue. Ballet slippers. My secret wish. A shadow is cast over me and I shove the slip of paper into my bag and look up menacingly. The intruder is Mark Keyson, who happens to be a part of the Renegades, the meanest gang in town. Reluctantly, I scoot over and let him sit down. He eases down next to me and grins lopsidedly. Weirdo. He opens a notebook and writes something down, seems pretty into it. His whole facial expression is relaxed, grass colored eyes calm, tanned face no longer tense, his tall frame seems to lean back in a satisfied way. I wonder what he’s writing. I lean over a bit and read a few lines.

Free from pressure

From all the darkness that surrounds me

From the sprits of the past the haunt my life

            Oh-. Is this guy writing poetry? Suddenly he looked up and saw my looking at his little booklet in awe. Embarrassed, he snapped it shut and shoved the pages into his backpack. Touch-ee!

Mark’s POV

            That little… Oh, dang it! Why is everyone so nosey these days? Sigh, anyways… I turn and face her… Linkin. Who has suddenly developed a interest in her blood red Converse All-Stars. “Why were you reading over my shoulder?” I hiss quietly for her ears only. She looks up with a guilty expression. It almost makes me look away, but I hold my ground, trying to look stern if not intimidating.

            “I just… I mean…” Remarkable. Motormouth Ryan’s without a comeback. Then she returns to looking at her shoes and mumbles something.

            “What?” I ask somewhat annoyed.

            “I said,” she begins a bit louder, then drops to a whisper, “You looked so calm, instead of your usual stoic gang-face. I wanted to see what could possibly do that.” Then as an afterthought, she adds, “It was good.”

            I pull my hood up and peer at her sideways. Her cloud colored eye seem to e drifting and a smile sneaks onto her angular face. I wonder what on earth she could be thinking of… Probably how she’s gonna spread the word about my poetry. ****, **** and other four letter cuss words!