Dad forced me (should it be us? Just asking.) to move across the country, and once again, I found myself at a new school, the third in two years. It sucked having a dad in the military. This is a pretty powerful opening. It feels like there's a lot of back story hinted at between this first and second sentence and I wonder whether it would work to begin with this paragraph instead. And again, it's just a thought.
The warning bell rang for first period. The halls cleared with the slamming of doors. As I wandered about searching for my classroom, I heard someone approach me from behind. I turned and saw a blonde guy walking up the center of the hallway. Long bangs fell over his eyes as he loped past me with a kind of natural ease. I kinda like how we've been plunked down in the middle of school.
How blind is this guy? Didn’t he see me standing here, fiddling with this useless map.
“Hey, dude. Could you tell me how to get to room 305?” I'd make it clear who is speaking here. I was a little confused at first.
A slight curl formed on his lips as he faced me. He tossed his head. Platinum fringe shifted to the side and revealed freakish blue eyes that glanced toward me, unfocused.
Holy shit! Is he blind? Stoned is more like it.
“I’m heading that way.” His deep voice held a trace of a southern accent.
I envied his height: well over six feet and me just an average dude. Great voice throughout.
“You better move. Connors loses it when you’re late.”
I rushed (ran maybe? sounds more active imho) to catch up to him. His hand overshot the rickety metal banister. On the second swipe, he made contact and climbed the stairs.
ok. I am definitely intrigued.There's a ton of back story just waiting and who is this platinum haired dude with the freakish blue eyes. I want to know!