“Skittles have you seen my notebook?” Skeeto started throwing papers every which way. “I can’t
seem to find it anywhere.” Skeeto started to whimper as she soon discovered that her notebook
was no where to be found in this room.
“Skeet, maybe you left it in the break room, you had it out there.” Skittles zipped up her bag,
before opening the door for her very nervous friend.
Skeeto bolted down the hall towards the break room, not even noticing the three young men
walking in her direction. She grabbed the door knob, and swung the door open, only to be
embraced by a very loud, and horrible sound. Skeeto stopped in her tracks, reaching for the door
knob carefully and slowly pulling it towards her. There stood a young man who looked to be in
tremendous pain. All she could see was the top of his head, his brown hair rumpled and sticking
out in all directions, but by the way he was bending down, she knew he was hurt. She took off
running in the opposite direction, trying to find Lou in a hurry. In her haste she nearly caused
another accident, by making Judy spill hot cups of coffee.
“Sara, you need to be more careful, sweetie. Why are you in such a hurry?” Judy steadied the
cups, before trying to walk around Skeeto.
“Judy, come with me please, someone is really hurt.” Skeeto grabbed her hand, and tried to pull
her in the direction of the victim.
“Sara, I’m carrying hot coffee, let me set it down first, please.” Skeeto released her hold on Judy,
and she set down her tray, then once again, let Skeeto pull her down the hall.
The closer they got to the young man, the nervous Skeeto got. She was so sure that she had hurt
him badly. He was now curled up in a ball, holding his nose. His curly headed friend bended
down to hand him another tissue. He pushed it up his nose, trying patiently to stop the bleeding.
Judy reached him, and helped him to his feet, leading him down the hall to the rest room. Skeeto
watched in horror as he staggered, lost his balance but quickly regained it. She sighed, sinking
down to the floor, placing her head in her hands. A cheery looking face with lots of braided hair,
lifted her head up, making her look him directly in the face.
“So you’re the young one who smashed my friends nose. It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck out his
hand, but Skeeto refused to take it.
“Come on, it won’t bite. At least I don’t think it will.” He studied his hand, making weird
twisted faces as he did so. This only made Skeeto giggle, and when he looked back at her, she
was smiling.
“Justin, call the newspaper, look she has teeth.” The braided one leaned in closer to get a better
look at Skeeto’s teeth. She pushed him away, and stood up, not accepting his hand in helping her.
“I’m Chris, and you are...” His hand was still out stretched, and she knew she better shake it, or
else he may never go away.
“I’m Sara, but everyone calls me Skeeto.” Skeeto opened the door to the break room once again,
only this time, she was more cautious. Both of the young men followed her in, but she didn’t pay
much attention to either of them, that is until they decided to speak.
“So are you part of that new group that Lou has signed.” The one that Chris called Justin
addressed her.
Skeeto only nodded her head, before turning to glare at the two of them. “Yes, I am part of that
group.” She begin looking under chairs, and once again begin to throw papers everywhere.
Justin and Chris just stood back and watched, astonished at the behavior she was
demonstrating.
Skittles popped her head into the room, oblivious to the two young men in the room with Skeeto.
“Hey Skeet, I found your book. I stuck it in my bag, lets go.” Skittles still hadn’t noticed that
Skeeto wasn’t alone in the room.
“Bye Chris, and, and, Justin wasn’t it?” Skeeto stared at Justin, until he just nodded. Skittles
grabbed her hand, and towed her down the hall.
