Oh yeah, I forgot to add, Linn is the character with the requirements in this story.
Here’s my story, it’s formatted kind of strangely though. The journal entries were originally written in italics, but I made sure to mark them in this version.
I had some extra paragraphs written out about the scar over her eye, but it didn’t fit in the story. Sorry about that, :P
The teacher drones on about the materials in the atmosphere, though not many are listening. They either whisper quietly among themselves, do homework, or sleep, with the occasional person eating.
There is one with her face buried in a book, one that I remember reading myself a couple years back. She leans over it, her shoulders hunched as if to protect the words. Based on her expression, she seems to be enjoying it. She’s even ignored the fact that her silky, pitch black hair is pouring over the pages along with her eyes. May she just wait. She’ll be surprised how quickly that book turns.
Becket shuts the book in his hands, setting the pencil down beside it. He glances out the window, where the autumn breeze rocks the trees outside. The overcast sky with the rays of sun showering through catch his eyes and hold his gaze to the window, for who knows how long.
“Mr. Auscher! Pay attention!” His teacher shouts. His head snaps back in her direction with a huff, and he sighs.
“You choose to call me out, when there are sleeping students right over there?” He comments, gesturing to a fellow student with his head buried in his arms. “I was merely looking out the window.”
“Is looking out the window an example of active listening?”
“Is sleeping an example of active listening?”
A couple ‘oohs’ echoed quietly from the children listening in. The teacher huffs, glaring at Becket as he stares her in the eyes. She stalks towards him slowly, but to his surprise walks straight past him.
“Wake up!” She shouts, slamming her hand on the table in front of the sleeping kids. The two of them yelp in surprise, all but falling out of their chairs.
With the teacher’s attention driven away, Becket picks up the book once more, quietly hiding it under his desk as he scribbled in it.
The teacher was incredibly nonobservant towards the sleeping children in the class, instead choosing to call out the one who was quietly staring out of the window. Good teacher.
She was easily steered away from her main argument, directed to instead call out the sleeping children. Good teacher.
“You’re off the hook for now, but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever. You’ll get this back at the end of class,” The teacher snatched the journal out of his hands, bringing it to her desk. “You two, office, now.” The now awake Kids groan, and leave the room silently. Becket sighed, leaning back in his seat as she started talking again.
It didn’t take long for his eyes to move back to the window, but this time he didn’t get caught.
The students shuffled out the door when the bell rang, as with the teacher. The only two in the room were Becket, and the girl with her head in the book. He looked at her, studying her expression as each page flipped through her fingers.
“What part are you at?” He asked, causing her to jump. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” she smiled, shaking her head. “Chris just entered the city, in his pursuit of Julia.”
“Ah, alright.” Becket smirked, silently recalling the next events of her book.
“Don’t you dare spoil,” She commented with a giggle. “Why are you hanging back, anyway? The next bell rings in a couple minutes.”
“My next class is here, actually.” Becket stood, walking over to the desk to pick up his journal.
“Oh, me too. Though, I thought this level of biology was for sophomores and above, aren’t you a freshman?” She narrowed her eyes, staring him up and down.
“Yep, mom had me take the freshman course last summer.”
“Huh, impressive.” She said with a nod. “So you’re a total nerd?” That caused Becket to laugh. He sat down next to her, sliding his supplies into the desk.
“In my own eyes, no. I am merely a quick learner.”
“But to everyone else, yes, you are a huge nerd.”
The two of them laughed as an older student entered the room. He shot the two of them a weird look, but walked past and sat down.
“What’s your name?” The girl asked, after the two of them calmed down.
“Becket. Yours?” He smiled softly.
“Linn. Pleasure,” She answered, offering her hand. He gladly shook with her as the final bell rang and the students filed in.
“I like you, Becket Jen Auscher,” Linn said, near the end of the hour. He looked up from his journal, where he’d been re-reading previous pages.
“Hm? Why’s that?” He smirked.
“You’re different.” Upon hearing this, Becket gave her a confused look.
“In what way?”
“I don’t want to punch you,” She smirked. Becket laughed.
“You’ve known me for two hours, on the first day of school. You’re forming an opinion on that?” Becket narrowed his eyes. “I’m not that trustworthy.”
“It feels right.”
“You two!” The teacher called, glaring at them. They giggled, and fell silent.
“Want to meet me for lunch?” Linn whispered as the teacher looked away. “It’ll be an adventure.”
Becket nodded right away, setting his pencil down. She smiled.
“Edge of school grounds, near the parking lot, two hours,” She mumbled, just as the bell rang. She scooped up her supplies and left the room, leaving becket behind to watch her leave. After a moment, he gathered his own stuff and left to his next hour.
A conversation sparked with the girl reading, she said she liked me. She hides her full name, though she now knows mine. Linn. Linn who’s good at avoiding trouble, Linn who has a feeling.
We are meeting for lunch at the edge, I feel it’ll be an adventure.
The next hour was slow for him, tapping his shoes and glancing between the clock and window. He sat with some friends, though they left him alone upon seeing him lost in thought.
The lesson in English is one of the easier ones I have encountered on my travels, though that is expected for the first day. Sadly, it gives time to stare at the clock as the hand slowly moves towards its goal, before it starts over. It’s goal is when the bell goes, but it seems to be taking longer than ever to reach. It’s ever so slow, but takes no time at all until the bell rings.
Becket got to the meeting area first, lunch box in hand. It was a couple minutes before he got bored, so he turned to climb the tree behind him. He skittered to the top swiftly, and settled down in a crowd of branches.
“Hey, Becket Jen!” Linn called, as she approached the tree. In no time, she was as high as he was. “I was going to suggest going into town to eat, but this seems like a great spot.” She balanced herself on a couple branches next to him, pulling out a sandwich from her own lunchbag. Becket took a bite of his own, and the two were silent for a while.
“So, Becket Jen-” Linn started, with her mouth full of food.
“Hold on. No more questions about me, you had time for that in History. I want to know about you, now.” Becket stated, staring her in the eyes. Linn appeared taken aback, drawing silent. Her gaze focused back onto her food. “I know nothing about you, Linn, yet you call me by my middle name.”
“You were willing to tell me your middle name,” she argued, not lifting her head.
“I thought it was respectful! You asked me a genuine question, and I answered it!”
To Linn’s surprise, Becket started laughing. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to suppress it. She remained silent, letting him calm down.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to talk. Only as long as you promise me something,” Becket offered.
“And what’s that?” Linn asked, after a moment of hesitation. Becket smiled.
“I don’t ask you any questions. Instead, I’ll discover you for myself. At the end of each day, I’ll tell you what I learned, or predict, and you have to tell me if I’m correct or not. It’ll be like a game!” Becket giggled. He waved his hands excitedly, smiling broadly. Linn laughed, relieved. “That is a very good offer, I’m impressed.”
“So you agree?” Becket asked, hopeful. Linn hesitated, looking away.
“You know what? Sure, why not.”