Darkness. It was a fantastic feeling, especially now. Nothing but sweet, silent dar-
"MICKEY." His head shot up, only to be met with a science book held over it. "Good morning young man." He recognized the face of Ms. Boyse, his third period science teacher, who was obviously annoyed at him for sleeping in class again.
"Is that a book in your hand, or are you just happy to see me?" Mickey said, grinning and rubbing his head.
"That doesn't make any sense, Mickey."
"You don't make sense." The teacher sighed and dropped the book on his desk.
"Page fifty-two, try and keep up with the class." It was a long thirty minutes until he could leave.
The bell ringing was a god-send, and Mickey practically ran out of the door. He was about 15 years old, with short brown hair that his parents always made him cut. He'd always wanted to see what it would look like long, but he never got a chance to. His bright blue eyes and lanky build always seemed like a weird combination, he thought, even though it