Broken Bridge: Chapter 1 My dark brown hair, was flying all over the place. The wind was blowing extremely hard today, not like any other wind. It felt like that there was going to be a huge rain storm. I looked up and saw the sky blue and bright, but when i looked below I can see the leaves skipping by flying in the wind. That was a thing I really wanted to do. Fly. I peered over seeing the park, little kids playing their games. I remember when I was a kid, I used to play hide and go seek with my father and mother. But they're both gone. They left me when I was six years old. But I already moved on. "John!" called out a voice. My name was John. John Velott. I turned around and gave a tiny wave to my buddy Steve . Steve was wearing his black winter coat with his checker shoes. He wore a a blue scarf around his neck, and had pierced earrings on his left top ear. "You finished your project for the child care?" Steve asked. I shook my head and gave three fingers. " My room mate lost the keys, my papers are in there and finally my pencil is in there." I sighed, putting my fingers back in it's place. Steve nodded and looked around, then at me. " Tell you what, I have all the notes and papers in my work. Probably after we get a coffee from the miny buster's we can go to my dorm and work on our projects. Together!" he lightened. I nodded and gave a little smile. Steve is my best pal. He was there for me from the death of my parents. He was there for me all the way. We're both in college, looking for a job to keep up. Although this assignment was really awkward. It was based on anything much but children, dealing with them and stuff like that. I looked down feeling a tickling vibrating in my jacket pocket. It was my celllphone, probably Lisa again. I pulled out the cellphone, it's black marble colour, reflecting against the light from the sun. Pressing it against my ear, I answered. "Hello?" I asked. I nodded to the voice. " Why?" I asked, sounding furious. I looked at Steve and turned away. " No." I answered. I felt the rush of my heart speeding. Who on Earth was calling me? How'd he get my cellphone number. The only people who know my number is my Uncle, my sister in law and my two best friends Steve and Lisa. This was very rare. Nothing like this should happen. I recall not knowing this person. I sighed and took the cellphone away from my ear and pressed the end button. Right away ending my conversation. "Who was it?" Steve asked looking at my in curiousity. I looked to him and shrugged and then began to walk. Steve followed behind my feet. "Stranger." I answered.
