I beg you…don’t cry anymore…, chapter 2
Willow looked up.
A boy in her age stood a few meters from her.
He was kinda tall, thin, had short blond hair (you could see that it was dyed 'cause the roots where brown...) and beautiful blue eyes.
He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a checked shirt and had a black beret.
"Leave me alone... I just wanna die..." she cried.
But the guy ignored her and walked straight up to her and sat down next to her.
He looked her in the eyes.
Her eyes are dark brown, by the way...
"That's not a good thing to do," the guy continued. "I mean, why do you wanna die? There's so much to live for! Like... I dunno... Get tattoos. Hang out with your friends and stuff like that. Get a drivers license, is also a good reason to stay alive!"
At the same time as he talked, he took out some bandages from his pocket and started to put it around her wrist.
"First of all... I don't have any friends and I hate this place and I hate my whole life..." she sobbed. "And second of all... why do you have bandages in your pocket?!"
"Ah, you see me and my friend... we're kinda... not-liked... so we get beat up from times to times and then it's good to be prepared."
He tied a little knot on her bandage.
"Name's Michael Pritchard! But, I get called Mike... Mike Dirnt," the guy introduced himself.
"Dirnt?"
"Well, yeah. You see, I play bass. And in school I play air bass a lot and make noises all the time that are supposed to sound like a bass. And then it kinda sounds like 'dirnt, dirnt, dirnt.'" He started to move his hands in the air like he was playing. "So... are you going to introduce yourself?"
"I'm Willow... yet in my old school I got called stuff like 'Whining Will" cuz I always complained about things I thought were stupid..."
"Nice to meet you, Will!" Mike said and shook her un-cut hand.
"Eh... you too, Mike..." she mumbled.
This was one of the first... no wait!
He WAS the first nice person she'd meet in school!
Except that substitute guy...
"Why are you so nice?" she asked and looked at her cut wrist with the bandage. "No one is ever nice too me... cuz I'm different, I suppose... but you... you're really nice! And talk to me and stuff like that even if we just met! And you kinda saved my life..."
"Well, you seemed nice. And you look cool!" Mike laughed.
"I look cool? I, as in me?"
"Yep. Let me guess... you're a punk!"
"Yeah..." She looked down on her feet. "And... what kinda person are you?"
"Ah! I'm a punk! I'm even in a band. Sweet Children. Okay, we're not that sweet, but no one complains..."
Willow smiled and let her thoughts fly away.
This might be a good place to live in after all.
At least now she knew that she had a fellow punk guy that she might could hang out with...
"Hey, have you eaten yet?" Mike asked, and woke her up from her thoughts.
"What? Oh... erhm... no... Some stupid blond bitches kinda threw my food in my face and then tortured me." She showed him the mark after the cigarette.
"Jeez! There's something wrong with those girls! I mean, two of them, or at least I think it was them, beat up my friend Billie so that he'd go our on a date with them some years ago!"
They got up from the ground and started to walk as they talked.
"Are you serious?! They did that? Haha!" She started to laugh. "Didn't they do that to you, then?"
"Nope! I'm not good looking enough for them," Mike laughed. "Hey, wait... how old are you and what class are you in?"
"I'm 16 and I'm in class B... "
"Class B? Yay! Me too!"
"Okay... but then, why didn't I see you?"
"Ah! You see, me and this Billie have a special study thing... we take turns. So this morning, I was sleeping in my car and he was taking notes, if he needed too, and then we switch after lunch and he sleeps and I take notes. Then we use the same notes! We're saving brain cells here!"
"You're weird! But in a good way!" Willow laughed.
Suddenly someone yelled Mike's name.
"Hey, Mike! Where are you?" some guy asked.
"I'm right over here, Billie!" Mike answered.
A few moments later the guy showed up.
He was shorter then Mike and Willow recognized him and his curly brown hair...
The guitar-guy that slept during history!
"Hi Mike. Your turn... And, hey! Isn't you the new girl?" he asked as soon as he saw Willow.
"How'd you know? You slept at history and walked away at music..."
"Just cuz you lie on a desk and snore sometimes, it doesn't mean that you're asleep! I was... thinking really deep thoughts..." he explained. "Oh, and by the way! Was it true about that teacher thing?"
"What teacher thing?" Mike asked.
"There was some rumour that she (he pointed at Willow) slept with a teacher at her old school."
"He was a substitute!!! And he was cute!" she sighed and hid her face in her hands.
Both Billie and Mike laughed.
Willow smiled and laughed too.
It felt good.
"Okay, just asking... can we stop laughing and get something to eat?" Billie asked and smiled.
"Sure," Mike answered and they started to walk again.
Willow didn't move.
She didn't really know if it was okay if she just followed them without them saying that she could...
But after just a few steps Mike stopped.
"Hey, Willow! Aren't you coming?"
Then she smiled and walked with them to a local café.
She smiled all the time.
And she even got some tears in her eyes.
She talked and laughed and smiled.
This might be the beginning of a nice friendship...
A boy in her age stood a few meters from her.
He was kinda tall, thin, had short blond hair (you could see that it was dyed 'cause the roots where brown...) and beautiful blue eyes.
He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a checked shirt and had a black beret.
"Leave me alone... I just wanna die..." she cried.
But the guy ignored her and walked straight up to her and sat down next to her.
He looked her in the eyes.
Her eyes are dark brown, by the way...
"That's not a good thing to do," the guy continued. "I mean, why do you wanna die? There's so much to live for! Like... I dunno... Get tattoos. Hang out with your friends and stuff like that. Get a drivers license, is also a good reason to stay alive!"
At the same time as he talked, he took out some bandages from his pocket and started to put it around her wrist.
"First of all... I don't have any friends and I hate this place and I hate my whole life..." she sobbed. "And second of all... why do you have bandages in your pocket?!"
"Ah, you see me and my friend... we're kinda... not-liked... so we get beat up from times to times and then it's good to be prepared."
He tied a little knot on her bandage.
"Name's Michael Pritchard! But, I get called Mike... Mike Dirnt," the guy introduced himself.
"Dirnt?"
"Well, yeah. You see, I play bass. And in school I play air bass a lot and make noises all the time that are supposed to sound like a bass. And then it kinda sounds like 'dirnt, dirnt, dirnt.'" He started to move his hands in the air like he was playing. "So... are you going to introduce yourself?"
"I'm Willow... yet in my old school I got called stuff like 'Whining Will" cuz I always complained about things I thought were stupid..."
"Nice to meet you, Will!" Mike said and shook her un-cut hand.
"Eh... you too, Mike..." she mumbled.
This was one of the first... no wait!
He WAS the first nice person she'd meet in school!
Except that substitute guy...
"Why are you so nice?" she asked and looked at her cut wrist with the bandage. "No one is ever nice too me... cuz I'm different, I suppose... but you... you're really nice! And talk to me and stuff like that even if we just met! And you kinda saved my life..."
"Well, you seemed nice. And you look cool!" Mike laughed.
"I look cool? I, as in me?"
"Yep. Let me guess... you're a punk!"
"Yeah..." She looked down on her feet. "And... what kinda person are you?"
"Ah! I'm a punk! I'm even in a band. Sweet Children. Okay, we're not that sweet, but no one complains..."
Willow smiled and let her thoughts fly away.
This might be a good place to live in after all.
At least now she knew that she had a fellow punk guy that she might could hang out with...
"Hey, have you eaten yet?" Mike asked, and woke her up from her thoughts.
"What? Oh... erhm... no... Some stupid blond bitches kinda threw my food in my face and then tortured me." She showed him the mark after the cigarette.
"Jeez! There's something wrong with those girls! I mean, two of them, or at least I think it was them, beat up my friend Billie so that he'd go our on a date with them some years ago!"
They got up from the ground and started to walk as they talked.
"Are you serious?! They did that? Haha!" She started to laugh. "Didn't they do that to you, then?"
"Nope! I'm not good looking enough for them," Mike laughed. "Hey, wait... how old are you and what class are you in?"
"I'm 16 and I'm in class B... "
"Class B? Yay! Me too!"
"Okay... but then, why didn't I see you?"
"Ah! You see, me and this Billie have a special study thing... we take turns. So this morning, I was sleeping in my car and he was taking notes, if he needed too, and then we switch after lunch and he sleeps and I take notes. Then we use the same notes! We're saving brain cells here!"
"You're weird! But in a good way!" Willow laughed.
Suddenly someone yelled Mike's name.
"Hey, Mike! Where are you?" some guy asked.
"I'm right over here, Billie!" Mike answered.
A few moments later the guy showed up.
He was shorter then Mike and Willow recognized him and his curly brown hair...
The guitar-guy that slept during history!
"Hi Mike. Your turn... And, hey! Isn't you the new girl?" he asked as soon as he saw Willow.
"How'd you know? You slept at history and walked away at music..."
"Just cuz you lie on a desk and snore sometimes, it doesn't mean that you're asleep! I was... thinking really deep thoughts..." he explained. "Oh, and by the way! Was it true about that teacher thing?"
"What teacher thing?" Mike asked.
"There was some rumour that she (he pointed at Willow) slept with a teacher at her old school."
"He was a substitute!!! And he was cute!" she sighed and hid her face in her hands.
Both Billie and Mike laughed.
Willow smiled and laughed too.
It felt good.
"Okay, just asking... can we stop laughing and get something to eat?" Billie asked and smiled.
"Sure," Mike answered and they started to walk again.
Willow didn't move.
She didn't really know if it was okay if she just followed them without them saying that she could...
But after just a few steps Mike stopped.
"Hey, Willow! Aren't you coming?"
Then she smiled and walked with them to a local café.
She smiled all the time.
And she even got some tears in her eyes.
She talked and laughed and smiled.
This might be the beginning of a nice friendship...
