"The Boy and the Girl, Part I" by Will Wright

            The boy hurried on his way to one of his favorite classes; biology.  Learning about life was just so fascinating to the boy.  Only, today the boy was going to be late.  It was a foregone conclusion. He was going to be as late as a 12-month newborn.  The boy had stayed to long at his glorious storage device, reminiscing about the event that had occurred earlier that morning.  Now he was the only face in the hallway, the empty hallway. The bell gave out a shriek like that of a dying cat. He was late.  He had never been late before.  Already this girl had gotten him into trouble, but he didn’t care. He danced into the classroom while the teacher gave him a look dirtier then mud from a muddy spring.  He took his seat without a word and opened his book to page 434.  Instead of listening to the fascinating subject of cytoplasm and mitochondria, the boy drifted back into a state of nostalgia.  It was hard to believe that this event had only happened this morning. 

            The boy gulped.  And the boy gulped again.  He didn’t know what to say.  This had never been covered in Pre-Calculus.  He was now positive that she was a girl.  Everyone has to start somewhere. He tried to formulate his thoughts into words.  The only problem was, he didn’t have any thoughts.  His mind was a blank slate that he had no ability to write on.  It was as empty and barren as the hallway was after the bell rang. This had never happened to the boy before.  Usually his mind was fluttering with thought after thought after thought.  A million questions would arise when he was experiencing something new.  This was not the case in this particular experience. His mind was blank.  Maybe she’ll talk first.  What am I going to say?  Think, think, think. His mind was still blank.

            The boy was thrust out of his dream state once again.  It was time for a lab.  The boy sauntered over to his lab station.  All he wanted was some peace and quiet to be alone with his thoughts. Instead, he had a noisy and completely ridiculous biology class that offered him little in the way of actual knowledge.  There should be a class on girls.  Now that’s a class I could live with.  I would pay attention to everything and take meticulous notes all day. I would take that class. This was a very new thought for the boy.  He usually took great pride in his classes.  He sat in the front row, asked questions, did his homework, and studied.  Four things that most students try their very best to avoid throughout high school.  But this boy was much different from the rest of the crowd.  Perhaps, that is why he never had any friends, and why he was completely frozen when the girl had approached him.

            She did speak first.

            “What’s your name.”

            “Logic.”

            “Logic?”

            Logic?

            The boy said his name was logic.  What was he thinking?  Why had “logic” popped into his head?  This boy was hopeless.  He had no future in girls.  He said his name was “logic”.  That makes exactly no sense.  The amount of sense that that makes is zero.  There is no logic in the fact that he said his name was “logic”. It puzzled the girl a trifle as well.

            The girl had never seen the boy before.  She wasn’t sure that he was serious when he said his name was “logic”.  She thought he was telling her to use logic.  She scanned his body for a nametag.  There was none.  She was thoroughly confused. 

            “What did you say?”

            “Uhhhhhhh…”

            The boy was again lost for words.  His mind was a blank slate. 

            The boy started to measure out his lab experiment.  He wasn’t really focused.  His mind was a blank slate.  His lab partners wondered what was wrong with him.  They were worried that he wasn’t going to do the entire lab like he always did.  What happened after that?

            “What was the question?”

            “I asked what your name was, you said logic.  Is that your nickname?”

            “Oh, yeah.  You know, my friends call me Logic cuz, uhh, I’m logical.”

            “Hey, that’s pretty neat.  I don’t really have a nickname, people just call me Harri.  My real name is Harriett.”

            He had her name.  Her name was Harri.  How did he ever get this far?  Why has Harri even into him in the first place?

            He’s kinda cute.  And he’s smart, obviously.  I can’t believe I’ve never seen him before. 

            “Well, it was nice meeting you.  Maybe I’ll see you around.”

            “Yeah, I that’d be groovy.”

            No! She’s leaving! I’m never gonna see her again.