What measures must one take to get the attention of another.?

Zakuyoe

All of Me

This story was written for a very close friend of mine. I hope you like it

It was rather early for a fourteen year old to wake up, but still, Justin got up to his five-thirty morning alarm. "It's too early," he muttered to himself as he took off his pajamas and stepped into the shower. A burst of cold water met his face, causing him to shiver at the spot. Justin normally used hot water, but ever since the water heating system broke, he could only use cold water in his showers and baths. Still unadjusted to the temperature change, Justin began to rinse himself out.

It was 5:45 when he finally finished, now feeling much more awake. Traveling down the flights of stairs, which creaked at every other step, Justin leaped upon the couch and flipped on the television. At this time, all the music channels (MTV, VH1, Fuse, etc.) played continuous music videos, which was a convenience to him. It was usually the most peaceful time of the day, and music could only add to that.

"No!" he yelled as Kevin Lyttle's "Turn Me On" played on MTV. He flipped the channel to Fuse, where Linkin Park's "Numb" was playing. With a sigh of thanks, Justin dropped the remote and watched its video; he was a big fan of Linkin Park. He was notably still as he watched the girl being pushed away from her surroundings. "Poor girl."

Soon it was time for Justin to depart for his bus. Though the bus got there close to seven, Justin was still required to be at the bus stop by 6:45. He was somehow attached to the bus; he liked riding the bus as oppose to having his dad bring him there. 'A long day awaits me,' he thought to himself.

Justin strode past the cafeteria as many pairs of eyes eyed him maliciously. Students at the high school were given the opportunity to eat free breakfast, and yet Justin still refused to eat some. There were also many groups of seniors that hung around the lunchroom; they liked targeting their pranks on freshman students. Ignoring the seniors, Justin continued his way to his locker.

Climbing up the steep and narrow stairway to get to his locker, Justin started to panic; he had forgotten to finish his Biology homework. He reached to his locker and bent down to open it. Justin preferred the bottom locker, despite his height, because it was a lot easier to rest his books somewhere. "17. 30. 14." After a great deal of turning, the locker opened, revealing its messy contents inside. There were a few textbooks, a lot of binders. and a ton of stray papers. Justin sighed as he began to empty out his book bag and filling it up with his materials for French I.

Between his busy high school life, Justin also held a very personal secret. He wasn't the average boy for his age. For one, he hated the weekends, and of course, in that case, he hated holidays too. He was also gay. Unfortunately for him, the boy he liked had his locker only a couple of lockers away, and rode the same bus as he did. Today, he wanted to avoid him, so he packed his things quickly; he closed the locker shut and ran off to the French room.

After fifty minutes of French, Justin headed back to his locker and once again, took out his books, this time filling it up with English and American Government materials. Closing the locker shut, he headed to the stairs to go down to his English class. His footsteps drew to a stop as a blond haired boy walked up the stairs.

The blond haired boy, in fact, was a boy that went by the name Charles. He only had one class with Justin, and yet that was all the time Justin needed to see him. He was, in fact, the boy that Justin was crushing on, and it was starting to eat Justin out. Merely giving a hand to signal hi, Justin continued walking down the stairs to his English class.

Justin slid into his seat as his attention now focused to the television, where the screen was currently displaying birthdays for that day. "No one there I know," dismissed Justin. He started on his warm ups for the class, as Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved" played in the background. The chorus of the students in the class singing that song drove him mad. Blocking his ears from all the audio circulating the room, he focused on his work. He glanced to his left, where a girl made a questioning look. He guessed one of two things: either she had never heard the song before, or was questioning why it would be played.

"Listen!" yelled Mrs. Yonmun, the English teacher, after the morning announcements played. "I'm going to pass back your essays on your well- known cities. Some of them were quite good. If you got a hundred, you need to work on the essay topic that is stated on the board. Anything getting lower than a hundred will need to redo their essays." The class managed a moan as she began circling the room, trying to find the owners of the essays. Justin squealed in delight when he got his; a red "100" was marked on his page. Oddly enough, instead of using a paperclip or a staple to keep his pages together, he used a safety pin. He placed the essay in his binder; he was very proud of his self-drawn artwork pasted on its cover.

Before long (actually, it was an American Government class and a Personal Fitness class later), lunch came. It had been several days that Justin last set foot into the cafeteria. Justin never went to eat lunch; he used the time to do his homework in the media center. Although it was sacrificing his time to see the boy he loved, school at the time was more of a priority.

Carefully and slowly, Justin opened the door to the media center. The room was well air-conditioned, something that Justin had needed since his workout in Personal Fitness. He chose a seat and dropped his book bag before going back to the circulation desk and signing in.

He opened up his Biology textbook to section 34.1, where the bold print, 'The Earth is the global biosphere', headed the page. "Notes," Justin muttered before taking out a sheet of paper and dividing it into two.

Soon, he had section 34.1 finished, then 34.2, and before he knew it, the whole chapter was done. With what timing, the bell rang, signaling the end of his lunch. Packing up his things, Justin headed to his fifth period class, the class that Charles was in too.

"A, space, a, space, s, space, s, space, d, space, d, space, f, space, f, space." Coach Stegeman's voice rang through the class as the class followed his command; they typed each key he told them to. "And enter. Now turn on you monitor and look at what you've written." Justin did as he was told, viewing plenty of errors and spelling mistakes.

The coach's voice drowned as he watched Charles type in the last few keys, struggling on his speed and accuracy. His smile reflected through the mirror, which irritated Justin. He was making mistakes, and yet was still happy. He had his own faults, and was still happy about them. This made Justin frown. 'What was it that made Charles laugh when he could, and that whenever I have a problem, I feel so bad about it?' Justin sighed; he wanted Charles so much. Pain started to build inside him; it was like his insides were washed away with bleach. he felt so empty now. Nothing could compare what he was feeling now.

A sly idea came in mind. 'No,' Justin told himself, 'that's not right. I can't do it.' He told himself again, 'It's not worth it, Justin, don't do it!' Slowly, he reached into his bag, and shuffled for his binder. He pulled out his English binder, bearing the flaming sword, now shining due to pencil lead. He reached into it and dug out his essay. Carefully, he undid the safety pin from the papers, and placed the essay back into his binder. Putting everything back to where it was, he muttered to himself.

"Nothing can compare to what I am facing now." When he reached for the pin, it wasn't there.

The chapter ends here. what? I left you hanging? Ah well, review. if you do, I'll be happy to continue for you!

ZAKUYOE