Forgotten Eyes

I sighed as I sat on a picknic table in the park. I\'d only wasted a few hours at the gym. My bag sat in the grass under the table to keep it safe from the rain that had started to pour down. I\'d gotten drenched completly. However, the boys over playing football ten feet away didn\'t seem to mind. They\'d gotten there about an hour after I did and I had to resist asking them to play. Football had been one of my favorite sports, mainly because I couldn\'t understand why I never saw any girls in it. Lora had told me it was because we weren\'t strong enough to play. I\'d played once though...no one seemed to think like her. I hadn\'t asked them for one reason, they were immature jackasses. Most of them gave cat calls and howls on their way by, the others had the tendancy of winking at me in the middle of a play. I wanted to get up and beat the shit out of one who asked me if I\'d flash him for 10 bucks. However, I knew if I did that I\'d get sent to the police station, and even though the cops were nice to me, Lora would pitch a fit and ship me off to foster care.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when one of them screamed, \" Heads up!\" I looked up and caught the ball inches from my forehead. They were silent...for about a minute. One of the cat callers let out a long whistle, \" Damn baby care to use those hands on me sometime?\" I\'d had enough, I stood up and threw the ball as hard as I could. I line drive hit him in the groin and I heard him let out a grunt as he grabbed himself, fell to his knees, and then fell face first in the mud. It was amazing how hot guys could look pathetic in less then 5 seconds. He regained himself and stood, \" You stupid whore.\" He made his way over to me and I jumped down off the table crossing my arms as I waited for him to reach me. The down pour made my hair fall foreward in my face making me shake my head to get it out of my view. He finally was an arm lengths away and rasied his arm as if he was actually going to punch me. I smirked and spun in a half circle bring my leg up to meet his gut. I hear him let out a rush of air once it made contact, and as he began falling I brought my arm foreward punching him hard in his right eye. He fell backwards groaning on his back. I stood up straight when his friends came over to help him up, while a few decided to try and gang up on me. One of the others though, who hadn\'t been making cat calls or howling put his arm out to stop them.

\" Alright you guys back off, he had it coming and I doubt you\'ll want to be telling the same story as him. He\'ll be embarassed enough to say he got his ass kicked by a random girl, but for all of his friends to say the same is just degrading.\" His reason apparently hit home and they turned, picked their friend up off the ground and walked off. I turned and grabbed my bag deciding to head home. I turned around and found that the boy who had stopped his friends from starting a fight was standing there. I blinked in confusion,
\" Can I help you?\"
He scratched the back of his head \" No, I just wanted to appologize for my friends.\"
I shrugged, \" Whatever.\" I began walking home but slowed when I heard him walk up next to me.
\" That was a nice catch..and throw..you\'d be good on the school team..\" He paused \"...wait...I\'ve never seen you at school.\"
I laughed, \" Because I don\'t go to school.\"
He looked at me confused, \" You don\'t? Why not?\"
I opened my mouth to say something but stopped, \" It\'s...just better that way.\"
It was his turn to laugh, \" There\'s no way it\'s better that way..what\'s your name anyway?\"
I looked blankly ahead of me, \" I don\'t have one.\" No point in giving him one I didn\'t have.
He looked taken back, \" No name? Then how do you talk to people?\"
I shrugged, \" I don\'t, I don\'t talk to people often.\"
He smiled, \" Well what do people call you when they talk to you?\"
I stopped and sat on one of the swings, he followed suit and sat next to me, \" Well..people I actually like call me kid a lot...\"
He nodded, \" So how about I call you Kid?\"
That got me to smile, \" Sounds good to me.\" I began swinging a little.
He did the same and looked over at me, \" So...what happened to your back?\"
I gave him a confused look, and he answered it, \" The back of your shirt ties..and your back is covered in scars.\"
I looked down, \" Oh..that..I don\'t know..\"
\" You mean you can\'t remember?\"
I shook my head, \" I know nothing of my past, excet for the past year.
He looked down, \" That sucks...hey!...I could help you remember!\"
My feet dragged in the dirt and I looked over at him, \" What!?\"
He smiled, \" Yeah, I could get everything about your life.\"
My heart was thudding in my ears. How could one random boy know my past life? \" H...how?\" I managed to stammer out.

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I\'m done for now.
Descriptions of these two characters will be in the next chapter, as well as a better description of Lora. So how is it that this new boy can help her find out about her past? So a few details to help clear things up
~She lives with a girl named Lora, who is supposedly her aunt.
~She has visions of peoples deaths
~The police pay her aunt to take care of her, because a lot of her visions help out their cases.
~She can not remember her past at all, and ahs scars down her back.
~She works out because something in her head tells her she needs to be strong enough to deffend herself.
~A random boy claims he can help her remember her past.

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