• CHAPTER 1: WILLIAM

    On my first day of my Senior Year, after the beginning of the year assembly, I got to my first class and found out I got a spot next to a new kid, the only new kid in the school, just my luck.
    Before class started, I asked around about the new kid. I found out his name is William, he has black hair (like me) and has grey, almost silver eyes. He seemed like an odd person to enroll at this boring old school.
    As he came in and got adjusted, I looked him over. He had pale skin (or maybe it was just his hair making him look pale). He had alert eyes, always watching. Also, he had thin but very muscular features. He wore all dark clothes (which made him look even paler). But, the odd thing was, every few seconds, his eyes would quickly move to my face, then back to watching the class. All-in-all, he looked very nervous.
    The thing all high schoolers look forward too, speeches. The teacher gave a 25 minute speech on what we were going to do this semester. But, afterwards, He said we could visit with our friends.
    None of my friends were in the class, so I returned my focus to William. As if you could instantly tell, within the minute, he was talking to me.
    “Hello,” he said, his voice was beautiful, as like one of a singer.
    I answered, “Hi, my name is Anju. May I ask yours?” even though I already knew it, I was just being polite.
    “Surely,” he answered, “My name is William, you can call me Will. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
    “Pleasure to meet you too, Will.” Just then he smiled, but it wasn’t a normal smile, his smile was so brilliantly white, his skin looked dark in comparison.
    To break the awkward silence, I asked, “Would you mind if I looked over your schedule?”
    “Why not?” He replied.
    He had his schedule for me before I found mine. I looked over the schedules. I don’t know if I was eternally grimacing, or screaming with glee. We had every class together. Trying to make a joke out of it, I said, “What’s the luck, we have every class together.”
    I could have sworn for a half second there, he looked disappointed. But, by the time I blinked, he looked the same as before. Just then the bell rang, and, before I thought about it I gave him back his schedule and offered, “Would you like me to show you to your next class?”
    “That would be nice,” he answered.
    On the way out, he held the door for me. What I gentleman. Just then I noticed he was only about an inch taller than me, all the other boys at the school were at least 4 – 5 inches taller than me. I don’t know why this mattered, I just noticed it.
    We got to our next class about 3 minutes early. I was relieved to know that I wasn’t sitting next to William, but I still had to sit directly behind him. My luck was getting better by the minute. . . NOT! He still took slight glimpses at me every once in a while. Every time he did, it gave me goose bumps.
    This class was the exact same as the last, a speech, then free time. At least, this time Jen was in the class. She is a very talkative person, so I just had to sit and listen to her for the rest of class.
    Next, Jen and I went to typing. I hate typing. Will was an excellent typist. We took a pretest and he got 84 wpm, I only got 31 wpm. I never get an A in typing.
    After that, was lunch, finally. I sat with Jen and her friends. As I looked around the lunchroom, I saw Will, sitting alone, eating a salad. As I turned back to my meal I felt his eyes on my back and froze. The sensation went away, so I went back to my lunch.
    The rest of the day continued on like the morning. I had one class next to him, one in front of him, and one behind him. I was also the only kid in school to have every class with him, just my luck.
    I was so glad to go home at the end of the day. I thought this couldn’t just be a coincidence, there was something odd about Will, and I just wish I knew what. Just then I felt it, his eyes on my back. I turned and looked out my window; there was nothing, just a slight breeze blowing the leaves around. That was odd; I must be paranoid.
    By the time I went to bed, I knew it was just my imagination. I woke up in the middle of the night and checked my clock. 2:24. Then I felt his eyes on me again. I turned to the window and swore I saw a shadow, but then it was gone. I really must be paranoid. I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
    The next day I almost forgot about Will. He was starting to weird me out. He stared at me like he knew what I was thinking. Then, all of a sudden, my head hurt like crazy. And, then it faded, mostly. I looked over at Will; there was a bead of sweat barely visible under his hair. What had just happened? Why was he sweating? I don’t know.
    I wish I had a drink. I moved my elbow and bumped into something. I looked to see what I bumped because no one sits on that side of me. It was an unopened bottle of water! Where did it come from? Oh well, my head still hurts. Sorry to whoever the water belongs to. I opened it and took a drink.
    Then, I glanced over at will. His eyes were wide with awe and surprise, and his jaw nearly hit the table.
    I said, “What?”
    Then he closed his mouth and answered, “Nothing.”
    I stared at him for a long time and then the bell rang. I watched him as he left then got my stuff. Instead of going to my next class, I went to the nurse, my head still hurt. The nurse was nice enough to let me go home.
    By the time I got home, my head felt remarkably better. Since my head felt better I thought about the things I’m missing out on. The main thing I kept thinking about was my parents. I never knew my parents and as long as I could remember, I’ve lived in this house alone.
    Every week I get an anonymous letter with $250 in it, except for the week before school started, and then I got $1,500 for enrolment fees and new clothes.
    You would be amazed how far the money went. After years of saving the extra money, I had almost $25,000 in my bank account, plenty of money to take 4 years at the local collage.
    Then I heard a thud in the living room. . . I had mail. I never got mail except for the money, and that always came on Saturday, so it wasn’t that. I ran to the living room to see what it was.
    It was thin but looked like all the other letters, I opened it and it had a note inside. In the most beautiful calligraphy it said:

    PRACTICE OPENING YOUR MIND AND MEDITATING