Walk The Plank is all about writing Flash Fiction - in other words, short snippets that make the biggest impact. And the goal: Write a flash fiction story in 250 words or fewer, excluding the title, around the monthly theme. Check out the rules by visiting the YABuccaneers page!
My Walk the Plank entry has the unique distinction this month of being an actual true story. That's not one of the requirements, of course, but when I was thinking about memorable first days, I just kept coming back to this one. One that led to A LOT more firsts. *wink* I'm still a little crazy about Notebook Boy...and yes, he still has ink on his fingers.
It was the first day of Calculus. I didn’t expect it to yield anything fruitful. I certainly didn’t expect a boy to walk through the door with eyes like animal things. Dark. Bright. Laughing. His quick, appraising gaze hit me like a searchlight. This is going to be interesting.
He was still talking to someone else, laughing at their joke, when he plunked down on the back bench next to me. That was on purpose. Please tell me that was on purpose.
His long limbs took up more space than a normal person, but he was infinitely relaxed about it. His hair was pulled back in a knot like a samurai with a fountain pen sticking out of it. He had ink on all his fingers. When he opened his notebook, I could see why. It was covered in inky hieroglyphics, every square inch. Symbols. Drawings. Monkeys. Random words in perfect script. Chemical formulas. Someday he’s going to explain what all of that means. I thought.
I peeked at the person that went with the notebook. High cheekbones. Serious eyebrows. Unruly samurai hair. He turned towards me and grinned like he’d known me forever. All my dendrites seemed to get tangled in the empty space between our heads, but it wasn’t unpleasant.