Not just a diary

I don’t really remember what happened the rest of the day after I had that fight. It went pretty fast. I found myself on the bus to go home and TK didn’t talk as much, as did I.
I sat back in my seat and put my legs up against the seat in front of me. I could hear some of the whispers Chelsea and Lazibry were making in front of me… about what happened. They finally decided they shouldn’t say anything about it.
Chelsea rose up out of her seat and looked to the front shouting, “Hey Laury are you going to Exodus Wednesday?”
That name made me look up as she shouted, “Yeah!” from a seat near the front. Oh whoa she road this bus too… wait, I should’ve figured that after I had found out she was TK’s sister.

I re-lived my sigh of relief.

They did look a lot alike come to think of it. Their skin tone was pretty much the same, excepting she was lighter, and their hair color was also the same.

The bus screeched to a halt at my stop and a bunch of kids rose along with me. TK started to walk down the aisle and I figured I’d wait for him to go ahead of me when he stopped before he passed my seat. I glanced up at him to see his deal. He looked back at me as if first meeting me with a harmless look on his face.
“You gonna go?”
I didn’t say anything and passed in front of him, trusting he wouldn’t try to sabotage me from the back as I got off the bus. I immediately set off for my apartment, my hands in my pockets. Feeling the tingly feeling on the back of my neck, I turned around to see who had their eyes on me. To my surprise it was TK. All the other kids weren’t in view, but TK stood there innocently, one strap of his backpack over his shoulder, just staring. He didn’t seem to mind the fact I had seen him, but I still walked on.
“TK?” Lauryns voice questioned his action as I.
TK turned his back slowly, eyes last, and walked on.

It wasn’t the fact that he had stared at me that surprised me, it was the look on his face. It wasn’t a look of revenge or anger, but innocence and peace. I was sure of it. We wouldn’t fight anymore.

Meanwhile, back at home, still no sign of Jack. Miguel had gotten this job at the mall in this place called Shredd. He was working a lot so I was usually home alone. Anything that was ever sent home to be signed by my parents we just forged. I usually explored the city but that day something more unexpected happened.

I was slouched upside down on the old couch flipping through the six channels we got on the TV when there was a knock at the door.
I rolled off the couch and pulled up my pants before shuffling over to the door. As I swung it open I saw the last person I would’ve expected. That’s right, it was TK. He stood there for a second.
He looked at me, I looked at him. He shifted his weight nervously and scratched the back of his neck, “Uhh… Hey…”
I cocked one of my eyebrows and turned my head up to the side to show curiosity and confusion, expecting him to explain.
Another silence.
He sighed and said all at once, “Hey I was wondering… uhh… er, do you skate?”
He had a skateboard under his foot.
I nodded once, slowly, still expecting him to explain. Of course I was a skater.
“There’s a skate park over on Tramway I get free admission to… you wanna come?”
I blinked, “What’s the catch…?”
He shook his head. “No catch,” He was innocent, but I still wasn’t too thrilled about going.
“I don’t got a board,”
“Ah, that’s all right I got one you could use…”
At first it seemed obvious to myself I shouldn’t go, but I admired his efforts in trying to put our brawl behind him, or maybe he knew who to make friends with. Well I really hadn’t skated in a while and the skater blood in me was screaming out, and TK had good intentions so far so I shrugged.
“Sure.”

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