He stared at the shady night sky with much hope that a more clear view of the moon would appear. The haziness of his eyes usually meant he was daydreaming of a life more exciting, more appealing than it was from that moment of him walking down the dark path in the forest. All of a sudden, a pair of dark brown eyes came into view.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
“Huh?”
“Man, why do I even bother with you?”
“I was drifting off, sorry.” The boy looked down, staring at the way his feet awkwardly moved as he walked
Alexander Kramer, a boy with as much excitement in his life as he is popular. His hair is jet black and his eyes are the shade of blue that looks almost grey. His life was the very definition of lifeless. He was the very opposite of his best friend, Henry Thompson was a loud, popular adventurer. His short blonde hair and big brown eyes mad him seem so innocent, until you heard his voice. It was very rare to see two boys this different and this close.
“So?” Henry stared, raising one eye brow, nudging Alex on the arm.
“So, what?” Alex said, regretting he asked.
“So, who are you going to ask out to the dance?” Henry asked, seeming aroused. “I’m not going.” Alex said staring back up at the moon, once again. “What do you mean, you’re not going? You have to go! There’s going to be so many gi--” Henry pause “ I mean, It’s going to be fun.” Alex knew what he was going to say, and one of the few things he detested about Henry was how much of a pervert he was.
“Well, I’m not going. Those things are boring, they play terrible music, and it’s just an excuse for the girls to dress like--” He stopped dead in his tracks and had his eyes fixed on a luminous figure covered with dirt and scratches. “What is that?” Henry murmured.
The two boys ran over to the body and wiped off some of the dirt. Alex held the body close and examined the body. He pushed the hair out of the face and revealed a beautiful face, covered in bloody scratches. “Wow…” Henry said. The girl started mumbling and shifting over to a more comfortable position. Alex pushed the hair from his brow and glanced over at the hill right next to them, then over at the hospital in the far distance, over the hill. “I think she ran away from the institute.” Alex said, eyes still fixed on the mad house. “What?” Henry raised his voice. “ You mean, she’s crazy?” “No! They might have been experimenting on her.”
“Sure, whatever. Lets just go home.”
“We can’t just leave her!” Alex stared down at the girl then back at Henry. “ I’m Going to take her home.”
“What?! You’re joking, right?”
“No, I’m not. She could die out here.” Henry stared at him as if he was the one who escaped the asylum. “Wow, you know how your mom might react?” Alex ignored him, and picked the body up and started walking down the path. The boy’s haven’t said a word the whole way home.

“Later.” Henry walked down the side walk to a house about five houses down. Alex took out his keys and slowly unlocked the door. He walked in, careful not to hit the girl’s head on the way in. He shut the door, walked up the stares and creped down the hallway to the last room, with its door wide open. He shut the door and laid the body on the bed. He turned on a light a nearby desk, sat down in the chair, and leaned back. ‘Oh man. How am I going to tell mom?’ He thought to him self, his hand resting on his head, wiping sweat off his brow. He looked at the motionless body on the bed. ‘Wow. She’s sort of pretty.’
Her eyes slowly opened and she blinked a couple times, then sat up rubbing her eyes. “Oh, uh, you’re awake.” She turned her head and looked at the boy leaning over looking right back at her. “Where am I?” She asked. “ Oh, um, you’re in my house. I’m Alexander, but my friends, um, friend calls me Alex,” Alex exclaimed ‘You idiot. What do you mean ‘friends’?’ “Alex..ander? I’m Abigail.” After their introduction, they stared at each other for a good 5 minutes, Abigail thinking if she can trust this strange character, and Alex thinking if she trusts him or not, and how uncomfortable he’s making her.
Alex always had the problem of scaring everyone in the school, even when he didn’t want to. Guys usually picked on him, girls whispered and giggled at him every time he walked passed them in the hallway, and even the teachers scowled in his presence. He always wondered why he was so different. Was it because he kept his hair growing long? Or was it because he has a deep voice for someone so small and scrawny? He never knew, and he didn’t think he ever would know.
“So, um, I’m probably making you really uncomfortable right now, aren’t I?” He looked down waiting for her to agree and say one of his visual flaws. “Not really. I’m kind of confused. How did I get here?” Alex looked up, surprised to hear that. “ Oh, well, I was walking home and I saw you, on the ground, and I thought you might have needed help so, I--” He stopped, not knowing what to say. He was stuttering the whole time he was talking. He also has no idea how to speak in front of a girl, or any one that’s not close to him, for that matter. “Okay. What are you going to do with me? Are you going to send me back?”
“Back where?”
“To the institute?” Her face was blank and cocked to the side, but he could see in her eyes she was terrified and never wanted to even heard the words ‘hospital’ or ‘mental’.
“No, I won’t.” He smiled at her. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that he had to protect her, even if it was his life on the line. She smiled back at him. She yawned and rested her head on the pillow, falling asleep yet again. Though she didn’t say anything, he could tell, she would have said thank you.

Yea, idk if its good or not.