"I heard you talked to Ashen Sunday. Right here in this very spot, that's right." I looked up to see the unaturally bright eyes of Jack White. His exuberently blonde hair stood up in the front, due to a cowlick. When looking at him directly, it made him look as if a miniature sun was rising on top of his head. Jack wasn't one to smirk, so he substituted the unkind smiles in favor of idiotic grins.

I sat on my usual perch, the bench in Parry Park. The old green paint was beginning to peel, and the wood underneath was worn from the weather's harsh gales. In fact, a gale was blowing its way through the park at this very moment. I set down the book I'm reading, and turn around to stare at him full on. "What do you want, Jack?" I sigh, not in the mood for his dramatic antics.

"Ahh! I'm offended. You don't enjoy my presence?" he gasps, bringing his hand up to his forehead in mock-surprise. I look at him with a dull expression. "Well, no. Not really. You're annoying." And now he's angry. I can tell by the way his eyebrows narrow and he stops with his little performance.

I always make people mad, don't I? Haha, I'm so funneh.

But he's not one to hold a grudge, and his anger passes quickly. Now he's just a bit bitter, as you can see by the way he crosses his arms and glares at nothing in particular.

Now, Jack's a kind of person that has elegantly arched eyebrows, that are always quirked in some amusing way. His ever present maroon sweater vest was crisp and straitened to perfection, with no wrinkle in sight. You could correctly say Jack was a neat-freak.

I'm sure someone out there is wondering, how did Jack get mixed up with punks like Ashen and Zedyba? It was was held in his supposed 'Murderous Past'. Jack doesn't seem like one to kill, does he? The rumors are still there though, saying he he started a fire in his old school and locked a girl in the art room just before escaping the fiery building himself. I don't believe them one bit. In fact, I laughed when I first heard them.

Apparently, Ashen and Zedyba would rather be close to the alledged 'Psycho Boy' then be a victim or a target. Seriously, I'm still laughing over here.

I look back up, and Jack has a mirror pulled out and is admire himself in it. He ruffled his straw-like hair and grins at his reflection, and I'm still thinking, 'This, this guy, is a cold blooded, hot headed killer?' I manage a small chuckle, and Jack turns his head to look at me. "There a problem, June?"

I choke back a laugh, and reply, "Nah. So, what did you want again?" He blinks as if he has no idea what I'm talking about, then chimes, "Oh yes! Ashen wanted to meet with you again." He pulls out a note and hands it to me, before inclining his head and saying, "I'm think I might be late for Drama Club...Oh no...Well, bye, June!" and with that, he smiles and begins walking away towards the park's pond, pausing only to admire the blooming trees located at the water's edge.

I look down at the note, amused. In a quick scrawl, the words 'Meet me after school tomorrow. I need to show you something.' were written. Following them was an address of a place that I'd never heard of. I shrug and stuff the piece of paper in my jacket pocket, and stand up to stretch my arms. I quickly gather my stuff up in my arms, all the while thinking of what Ashen could possibly want. No idea what it could possibly be. I just hope it isn't another supposed 'date'.

And so I'm beginning my trek home, right? And then, suddenly, I see someone I'd really rather not see...