Lightning Doesn't Strike Twice!

Chapter 2 

Just then a large gust of wind came whooshing past me. It was this guy who came out of nowhere running to my aid with Black hair, and tan skin, and he was super fast.

I couldn't see his face at all. All I have seen was him slamming the bully into the lockers. The teacher then turned and slammed him in the locker and held back the boy who just attacked me. I believe she was trying to stop a potential fight.

I believe the guy that just saved me. An the teacher saved them. He. Look like he was about to beat the bully bloody.

The school bell rang loudly all I could do was just run off. Not wanting to have been part of any more trouble, and get detention. Plus I was already late to class.

All I wanted to do after that point was find out what the guy's name was that saved me. And thank him for coming to my rescue.

A small part of me thought I may have known him. If not here maybe in another lifetime perhaps.

Or was it my imagination? Brought on by our current school history lesson that week of the afterlife and rebirth of Egyptians and their lifestyles? I don't know just wondrous imagination.

I kept getting bullied and almost every time it would seem "he" would show up fixing the problem. Then dash off again before I could see his face or thank him. As always one of the bullies' favorite moves was to knock my books out of my hand and then poof he had them taken care of by the time I picked up my books. 

One time she picked my books up and put them in my arms he was gone again! Man was he fast even with that chance I still missed his face. Before I could say who are you or Thank you he was gone. Frankly, I was getting aggravated.

So I came up with the thought, maybe I would ask around to see what others knew or keep an eye out.

I heard stories from time to time. Of the same thing this kid coming in and out of the shadows like vigilantly, no one really getting a good look at him.

When I caught up with Micah at lunch she asked me, So do you like this guy? Do you want to ask him out? Yes..NO. I mean I don't know, I just wanted to say thank you. But as time went by I figured to stop obsessing over it. If he wanted me to know who he was, he would come out.

Over summer break I was in a summer school playing catch up. Due to some missed school days. From being sick a lot.

One October as a little girl I could still remember still quite warm outside for fall as the school bell rang. Our teachers called the kids in. As it began to snow this was not normal. This snow was gray and smeared on your hand when touched instead of melting into a puddle of water.

I had been suffering from an ear infection all that year and couldn't hear Ms. Trubble calling. I was off in the field looking for Indian beads. Minding my own business.

I didn't see the kids leave and guy they didn't see me. When I looked up there was no one there at this point.

I rushed to the building at she ash be gain to poor down. Looking for a way into the school I tried the windows to catch someone's attention and pulled on all the doors but they were locked. I tried everything I could but I began to have issues breathing. The world was spinning and going dark.

When I came to I was in the hospital. The doctor said, I had Double Pneumonia between being sick already and running around in the ash clouds, it did me in.

Come to find out that the weird volcanic ash.

Was from 100 year old sleeping volcano Mount. Saint Helen woke and erupted causing the weakened mount and collapse sending tons of ash that traveled from an up-draft and crossed the U.S.

I was in the hospital for a long time, and it got very boring. One day my teacher Brought some Cards my classmates gave me. They were all hand-made from scrapes of paper and clippings.

Evan the newbie from the playground was in my class I liked his. Most of all it had a magazine clipping of a fish in a bowl of water. It said sorry you feel like a fish out of water.

I guess that was a joke about me not breathing Ha. I held on to that forever. When I returned to school we were closer than ever as well.

As a kid, I remember was not strong and got sick a lot but took care of me even when I cried. My favorite moment was when we went on ice on the field trip.

Yeah, he said. Moments later I slid on his lap and I swore I could feel him stroking my hair but I was so weak I didn't ask it felt good.

His grandma offered to take me home cause my mom called just as they were leaving. She said she was having car trouble. After that, it was the last I saw him.

Kaysi…Kaysi I hope you are not dosing off in summer school. My teacher snapped me back to reality. Maybe I was becoming ill again or just daydreaming.

The class I was in was with "that" boy. I was pretty sure he was the one that saved me all them times. I had not gotten a good look before but this time he was right there! 

It had been so long since I had seen him that I could tell him. 

How I felt and to say thank you. He took a seat next to me. This was as if we were finally next to each other together.

Tumbling threw my backpack nervous. I couldn't find a pencil. Miss. Hughes, I called my summer teacher. Yes. Can I get a pencil? I seemed to have misplaced mine.

No, this is summer class I don't have regular school supplies like during normal, throughout the year. So you are out of luck. You should have brought one, she scowled.

Just then I heard a whisper under his breath.

Wow, was he mocking me? Hey, the boy whispered almost hearing my thoughts.

I thought I was going to get scowled by him too the way she was going off. Hum yeah, I could get that, I said with hesitation. 

This was the first time he talked to me and the first time I could hear his voice!

I have one; here he said, handing me one of his extra pencils from his box.

She was just mad because she didn't have anyone a bitter old woman. He scuffed in her direction. 

I let out a small chuckle not wanting to get into any more trouble.

I got an extra so it's not a biggie, just give it back after class. Thanks, I will.

Summer school days were sure different from other regular school days. We had free time at the end of most days not much work. 

We would just hang out while we waited for our parents to pick us up.

The boy was the only friend I had or seemed to have made. So…Hey, I never got your name. Most people just call me D.

That's cool I said, in a slightly disappointed voice. What's up? You sound upset.

Haha, scratching my head oops you caught that?

Yeah. Well, I was hoping you were this kid I had known back in elementary.

Maybe even the one that might have saved me from these bullies lately.

I don't like bullies, especially ones who think they can hurt girls or people less able to protect themselves. That is true, nor do I.

I can't imagine too many people would see someone and not respond or help I think it should be natural human nature.

When I seen you, I thought you were pretty small. But don't get me wrong. I think you could stand up for yourself backed into a corner.

You know D you pretty are cool.

"Anytime, you to buy my book she said jokingly," you're welcome.

Thanks for the pep talk hahaha... 

You know I am not the biggest kid on the block either. True you are short for a guy, I said with a big cheeky smile.