Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 22:48:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cade Watson <numberiv@yahoo.com>
Subject: Climbing to the Window

This is a work of mostly fiction. Some characters and events are real, and
some aren't.  All rights are protected and the story cannot be reproduced
without permission. Come on, you wouldn't want to steal something as crappy
as this would you?

I have not written anything in a while, nothing since Just A Scratch
actually!  I hope you enjoy it! Please please pleeeease email me comments
and stuff at numberiv@yahoo.com Thanks!


The sound of the metal arm striking the bell was like music to my ears.  I
boled out of the classroom and ran across the courtyard in the rain to the
one place I could really be alone, the library. I shook my short black hair
dry and found an empty table. High school can be a nightmare when you just
want some peace and quiet. This was my study period, so I grabbed my
notebook and promptly started reading comic books inside it.

			"You've eaten Gotham's wealth. It's spirit. Your
feast is nearly over."
			snarled the Batman.

I half heartedly tried to read, but my mind kept wandering off. I wondered
what he was doing now.  It's not like I had a crush or anything. I barely
even knew the guy. I saw him walking in the hall, and his smile caught my
eye. I saw him in the freshman building. I shouldn't have been there, but I
was running an errand for a teacher. Call it fate.

I was walking down the hall, forcing my way through the crowds of freshman
eager to get their school food and talk about what ever it was they talked
about at lunch. I ignored most of them, but when a cute boy runs into you,
you cant help but notice. He had his nose burried in a book as he was
walking down the hall, and didnt notice the senior talking down the
hall. Meanwhile, I was staring straight ahead and didnt notice him headed
straight towards me.

There was a bit of a thud when he hit the ground. His book went flying and
he seemed really embarrased. I kneeled down to help him up, and his deep
brown eyes looked up in to mine. His brown hair hung slightly in his
eyes. It was hard to judge his height, but since he ran into me like that,
and I am 5 feet 11 inches, I would guess around 5 feet 6 inches. Even
during that brief flash, he was beautiful. He looked as if he was about to
cry from embarrasment, so I helped him up and smiled at him.
		"Sorry about that! I should have been paying attention." I
tried to comfort him
		"No, It was my fault, sorry." he replied. He quickly got up
and ran off towards the door.
		"Hey! You forgot your---" I tried calling after him, but It
was too late. I walked over and grabbed what he was reading. Batman: Year
One. I checked the inside cover for a name, but no luck. He had good taste
though. If he was anything like me though, losing that book would likely
ruin his day. I had to find him to give it back, and not just because I
wanted another look at him. That would just be a bonus.

I ran down the hall to deliver what ever message my teacher had for the
freshman teacher and hurried back to class.

Not that I could really focus on US History when I had batman boy on my
mind. I always thought I was the only person geeky enough at this school to
read comics. The reign of Andrew Jackson seemed like an insignificant
detail in my life when I had a young angel going to the same school as me.
I thumbed through the book to pass the time, until the bell rang for lunch.

I quickly gathered my things and ran to the cafeteria. It started raining,
so I ate inside. My usual lunch crowd chatted on about the happenings in
their world, and I pretended to listen. None of them know how I feel about
boys, and I dont really know how they would react. Homosexuality is such a
running joke with them it's impossible to tell how they would react. What
would they think if they knew that I, an average senior, was thinking about
a totally adorable freshman boy. I kept looking through the comic book,
when something fell out of it. It was a piece of paper with some stuff
written on it...

	May 12 2010 Homework
		English: read chapter 4-7 Mockingbird
		World History: Byzantine Empire paper (due Friday)
		French: ecrivez une vignette parisiene
		Geometry: pg 230 1-15 even


His handwriting was beautiful. Wait, this was his homework from three days
ago, which means these were his classes...  Which means OMG I know how to
find him again!


I'm desperate for comments, suggestions, questions, criticisms, or if you
just want to say hi :) email me at numberiv@ymail.com I'll try my best to
respond. Part II is coming soon!

(my old story is called Just a Scratch. It is listed in the high school
section)