Stonehall

sk. It was a hot summer afternoon and I was spending my last class of

r conditioning. Meaning during the last class of the day most of the students w

breeze sent air gushing into the classroom, cooling my face but would s

'Stonehall High School' and parts of it seemed really old. The library was an ol

rom concrete. There were two new buildings, one which sported the English rooms and the other that housed th

to stare into space. Personally I wished that the old classrooms would be knocked down to make way for the newer classrooms. The ones with air con.

ever really fazed me. I wasn't outgoing and I thought of myself as nothing special. My name is Cody Burkett, my dad always w

or the skill to become what my dad expected of me. I wouldn't find it interesting anyw

wasn't one-hundred percent sure there was a job like that for me, but I could alw

the time came closer to the final bell. The teacher stopped writing his cryptic codes

n? Wouldn't it be easier to do it at the beginning of the le

be interrupted!" hissed Michae

e was very attractive to most girls and was known to be a rebel of sorts. He had green eyes, was muscular and ta

sporty, but he was loud and overconfident. Dylan was a classic show-off who always

tinctive scars on his cheek, which looked like he'd been scratched by a bear or something. He was never seen without

an action that was not m

ted. I turned back

ime on the role-" I paused as the teacher called out my name. "Here sir!" I called to him as he made a note of marking my name off. I turned back t

myself on

lan and beginning to talk about a different

lly rang I reached out to pick up the papers that flew off my desk. Just as I

asure to make sure the papers were crumpled before turning to his own desk. He

of them knocked me as they walked past. I inwardly sighed; of cours

en on the paper and parts of it were torn. I sighed as I made an attempt to straighten them out a

d at the desk Dylan had been sitting at, a black glove was lying on top. Dylan

e was waiting for me to leave so he could lock up. I quickly grabbed the glove, st

s must have picked him up. I started walking home, wondering if I told Dylan I had his glove he might think I

ed Facebook account to tell him of his missing object. Now that I looked at the glove more closely I saw it

ge. I will admit I was a bit wary considering how today's events went about, but I de

ft your glove behind today and I decided to ke

'friend' on that site I had no idea if he was online or not. It could take hour

e, so did Dylan reply already? I look

lue where I dropped that thanks dude

guy had no cl

rrow. Want to meet up so

I got a f

ry was well known for being a make-out spot and as a place where people go to fight. Behind th

of-bounds, can't we meet up

en with me? I looked at the page and notice

riend. Deciding not to brush him off I accepted his request. No h

nt people asking questions k? See

have to visit him there. I looked at the

ne of my friends from a different class could give