Please Forgive Me! (Joel)

[Joel Quemont]

Joel's face was screwed in confusion for a second but then he put himself in the boys shoes and he backed away. he picked up his pencil and wrote on his sketch pad. his pencil scribbled slowly so that the boy would be able to understand what he wrote. when he finished he gave a light smile and turned his sketch pad so that the boy could read.
Hi
let me help you up.
don't be scared.
he placed a little smile face next to this that loocked half like a skull an acident on Joel's behalf.

[John Ford]

John sat there confused, John was so scared of this person. No matter what he would say? No, John found that maybe he couldn't speak. He was writting something:

Hi
let me help you up.
don't be scared.

John didn't smile, the smile face looked more like a skull. John bit down on his lip sheeding some blood. John was a very fragile person, he was like a China Doll. John didn't know what to do. Instead John got himself up, "Thank you" even though John really didn't reach for the hand. John stumbled back falling yet again unto the grass. John looked up with embarassement.

[Joel Quemont]

Joel's look of confusion continued. he looked down at the pale bodied boy wondering what he should say to comfort such a person. He looked at the boys bleeding lip not realy knowing what to do. Joel then gave a smile. and smudged out his last message. He was going to write something to help him be less timid but then a thought flashed through his mind. he relised that the boy might have been there for the same reason he had so he flicked back to his sketch. When he reached it he rubbed whith his finger to spread the lead over some of the grass and showed it to the boy hoping that he would see the picture as a peace offering.

[John Ford]

Past

"Hey John" Hera said to him. "Hi Hera, how are you?" John replied with a smile of great happiness. "Not to bad, ready for the test?" she asked. "I don't like the tests in Gryffon Peak, there hard!!!" John complained. "I agree, did you here?" Hera asked curiously. "Here about what?" John replied, John seemed very confused. "About Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she asked. "Oh you mean with the need head master?" John replied. "Yeah!" Hera smiled. John nodded. "I'm gunna attend that school one day" John promised himself. "Yeah, if you can get past the sea" Hera laughed.

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"Ready kids for your little test?" asked one of the teachers. Everyone looked around, confused but sure of themselves. "Good, your task is simple, one of you are the enemy the rest agains't him or her" John hated this game. They always picked on the person when they where finished. "And today's victim is... John Ford" John blinked, confused, shocked, and scared. The battle raged and John ran through the forest but tripped. Hera stood over him with widdened eyes. "Hera thank god it's you" John said with relief. "s**t up!" she barked. Hera was John's only friend, but something changed her. The game changed her...

[The next day]

John hid from everyone else, John had brusies, cuts, and blood still ran down his arm. John was silently sobbing. "Where is the little creep!" demanded a student. "You mean that John fellow?" asked another. "I can get him" said Hera. John didn't trust Hera anymore, not after what had happened. Suddenly light, and John knew they had found him. John ran quickly. "STUPIFY!" shouted a student slam John to the floor. John felt a sharp pain in his lip and blood ran down it. "CREEP!" shouted a student. Taking a rock and threw it hard at John waking him in the face...

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John sat there touching his bleeding lip, remembering why he truely hated people. They hated him. The world was agains't him, and it was fact. John after all ran with the blood of a Hell God. John sat there almost in tears, not sure to believe him. John remembered when Hera offered her hand, but when she did let go of John. The boy was writting something down, then suddenly stop as if he just clued into something. John sat there confused slightly moving back. Then the boy bent over, and plunked the grass.

At first John didn't know what to make of it, but when he offered it to him. Realization hit, and John weakly, almost shaking took the grass. John knew this was a representation of a peace offering. John took the grass and gave a very weak smile. Slowly John began to get up, John didn't even though this was a peace offering of some sort, John had trust issues. John breathed slowly never leaving his Ocean Eyes, off this boy. Maybe John was expecting something to happen, maybe this boy was going to push him down. John was expecting everything and anything.

John was so scared of people, to him they weren't ment to be trusted. Half way up John fell harder then the two other times on the ground. John gave a violent jerk slightly as he fell. John breathed deepily, look at the ground. John felt the tears, he wasn't crying because it not so much hurt. He was gunna cry because he was angry, fustrated at himself because he couldn't get up and because he was making the biggest embarassement infront of someone he has NEVER MEET!!!

John looked up, revealing his tears. Slowly, almost delicated, shaking, and hesitantly John offered his hand, John seemed so scared, terrified that this boy might do something to help him up. His fingers trembling with nervous, fright and other forms of untrusworthy emotions, John slowly extended his arms. Wondering what the boy would do next.

[Joel Quemont]

Joel grabbed the boys hand. it felt cold and shaky like a tsunami was running right through the boy. he pulled the arm up hoping the boy would be able to stand. Joel was feeling a little akward. usually if he was the scared one he would just try and get away. but this boy had a diferent type of fear. He noticed the tear down the boys face and wished he could do something to comfort him. Then his picture went through his mind.

[John Ford]

The boy gripped his hand and helpt him to his feet. John's eyes widdened, waiting. Waiting for the worse to come. Nothing happened and John stared at the boy, and John gave a true smile. "Thank you" John said softly. "I'm sorry I bothered you" John said looking slowly to the ground. "I'll leave if you wish?"

[Joel Quemont]

Joel was confused why did this boy think he hated him. Joel was a little disapointed about this but still managed to give off a sun rise smile. Joel bent down and tore a bit of paper out of his book and wrote on it "Can you look at something?". he knew this would make him sound like a two year old with a new pet but he thought he would see his picture as an understanding point. He gave the boy the note which he had written on whith crystal blue like the boys eyes. Joel showed him the picyure that had a small smudge on it where he had put led on the grass.