A/N: This is just a raw story that I've started writing on a whim. It's not very good, but I hope you enjoy it. Anyhow, have a nice day.

It was rather stupid the way we met. I was running barefoot, bolting down the street when he kicked me in the face. Accidentally, of course. He was on a swing and since I was running for my life, I ran out in front of him just as he kicked off the ground into me. All I heard was
"Woah, woah, woah!"
And then his feet hit my left ear and my right ear hit the concrete. I fell, stupefied for a moment, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Cautiously I started to prop myself up, aware of the stringing pain in my head and on the side of my arm. I heard him get off the swing and run towards me. Soon he was beside me, a dark-haired boy with grey-green eyes.
"A-are you okay? Oh god...I'm so sorry!" he whined.
"It's okay," I mumbled. I was already averting my attention to my arms, checking them for scrapes. After dusting the dirt off, I touched the side of my head for a moment, then brought my hand back in front of myself. There was a small dab of orange blood. As I continued to stare at it, the boy fumbled about in his jeans pockets. He pulled out a Band-Aid.
"Take it," he said.
"I don't need it," I told him.
"I'm sorry, just take it," he insisted. Realising that the Band-Aid was his form was apology and if I did not take it he would be guilty for the rest of his life (or at least the rest of the day), I accepted it. He smiled, relieved though I made no move to use it.
"Fall!" I heard a voice yell. I recognised it and started to get up. The boy observed me.
"What's wrong?" he started to ask.
"FALL!" And then my brother hauled me up by the arm and started to drag me home. The boy got up and started to say something, presumably in my defence.
"H-hey..."
But my brother never heard it and I don't remember the reason why I ran away in the first place. There was probably no reason.

Soon it was my first year in high school. I've read about it and never liked the idea of it. School was a place with many people and I hated being with many people and high school, with all that I've heard about it, was probably worse. So on the first day of school I had a big fight with my parents and my brother because I wanted to stay home and insisted that it was perfectly reasonable for me to do so.
"You have to go anyway."
"Not the first day, I don't wanna."
"If you don't go today you won't want to go tomorrow and you'll never go!"
"...I don't care!" I spat out because I was done with being reasonable.
"Don't be a brat now!" My brother was at his limit too.
Violence soon broke out and you could guess who won. We also missed the bus and were nearly late for school.

"I really don't like it," I muttered darkly.
"Fall...I'll be in the same school," he said. My brother was three years older than me. I stayed silent as we walked towards the front gate. The silence was only broken by the sudden appearance of an older boy putting his arm around my brother's neck. I thought he was trying to kill him.
"Good morning, Far!" he greeted. Then I realised it was his friend.
"Get off, you're scaring Fall."
"Fall?" he noticed me for the first time. "Oh...freshman?"
I nodded because I didn't know what to say.
"Hi! I'm Swing," he introduced.
"Hi," I said back. Then I looked at Far.
"I'll see you after school."

I walked into school cautiously. As I walked into the hallway, I heard shoutings. Two people were shouting at each other in a classroom. Being stupid and curious, I peered into the classroom from the window. A dark-haired boy in a shirt with black and grey stripes was shouting at another boy that I couldn't see properly. Then he punched the boy. Someone cried and I stopped looking.

For the rest of the day I talked to no one but myself in my own head. No one talked to me and all was good. Until class ended and I got lost.
I couldn't remember which way I was supposed to go. After a while, I was convinced that I was headed in the wrong direction. I continued to press on until a lush green field came into sight, proving my gut feeling right. I was at the wrong end of the school. I took a step forward and slipped.
My hands flew out instinctively in front of me, breaking my fall. My knee hit the damp grass and my backpack slung forward with momentum and hit me on the head. Damn physics. I started to get up, dusting myself off when I heard someone jogging towards me.
"Hey! You okay?"
I lifted my head. Dark hair and grey-green eyes. Black and grey stripes. Black and grey stripes...
He was that guy.
Suddenly, he was right in front of me. Staring. So I stared back.
"Um...I know this sounds weird but did I accidentally kick you from a swing during break?"
How could it hurt to be honest.
"Yea..." I replied, uncertain.
"Oh! Y-you're Fall!" he exclaimed excitedly and started to laugh. I wanted to go "And you're _!" and laugh with him only I don't know his name so I just stood there. Eventually he stopped laughing.
"I don't know your name," I said.
"My name is Warn."
And then he smiled.