All I could do was stare at the approaching hoard. I wanted to run, but I couldn't.
No, like seriously. I had totally stepped in something like cement or Gorilla Glue or something like that. Anyway, yeah, it was bad, because they were all coming towards me and they stunk to high heaven and they were mad.
I told myself not to worry. Kevin would come.
Chapter 1: Typical
You know how it's possible to live in a town for like your whole life and never meet someone at your high school because that's the way life works?
That's my story. I'm not a newcomer to Poketon, and it's not a small town. I mean, it's not exactly Manhattan, but even if it were a small town, it would be pretty hard for a teenager to have met every single person in Poketon or for many of them to know me. That's just the way stuff works.
These sort of statistics or whatever they are meant that I didn't meet Kevin Foxe till like...11th grade. I didn't know who he was, really, until the fateful day, through some deus ex machina or other, he conveniently and randomly sat beside me in English class. The first thing I noticed was his scent.
Dang, it was awful.
And it was like August too, right? So the guy was wearing a knit cap pulled down over his ears and a long-sleeved hooded jacket, and chewing hard on some gum. His fingers were so pale, almost like he'd been out in the cold. His gaunt frame was awkward in the school desk, his lips looking a little chapped, and his face yellow like a fading bruise.
Yet for some odd reason, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He turned to me.
"Hi." That was all he needed to say. His voice was kind, but his breath smelled strongly of...I'm not sure what, but it was bad. I held my breath.
"Hi," I said back.
The chemistry was electrifying. He turned back to the front of the room, and I knew I'd found my destiny.
Okay, that's Part 1 of Doornail for now...stay tuned for more.