Are you sure? Can’t you be dream,” Colin mumbled trying to pull his covers a little higher.
He as falling, wind flushing by his ears, yet his body was still standing perfectly still. The falling stopped, the void melted away into a cloudy grey sky, orange mountains littering the horizon.
Both were suspended in the water,
“Fine,” he turned to a computer sitting on his desk, “full name?”
“We’ll have to get you knew clothes
She ran up the muddy hill with the bag of mallets they used in her hand."used in" makes this sentence super clunky--almost difficult to understand. It makes sense, but in another sense it doesn't. Just look at "they used in her hands". doesn't really make sense, huh? maybe if you said "bag of mallets that they used"
He had a ride in tomorrow anyway, and who in their right mind would steal a cruddy little scooter?
“What have I done!” cried the man who had hit the car. He stood transfixed, unable to do anything but cry and shake in the storm. A woman rubbed her head from the driver’s seat of the second car. She was dazed, unable to think straight.I don't think the guy would have gotten out that quick--they would both be very dazed/stunned. I was very OMG after my crash. I think they'd be in a horrid condition, considering the speed the man was probably going--a bit more than dazed for the woman...*shrugs* I dunno.
She couldn’t have been more than ten, face drenched in on pouring blood, face white.What...? I don't like the "face white" part. It's too expected. Give us something brutal! Not the regular pale face and blood. does she have glass in her face...?
He pulled on the handle, hoping for it open, again he pulled.Ech! "He pulled on the handle. When it wouldn't open, he tried again--but still it wouldn't open." Just... anything besides what you have? It's really really weird, and "again he pulled" sounds SO weird because of the verb-subject oddity.
Colour returned to her stark white face. She didn’t cough or gurgle, but breathing resumed.I think you should be less technical. don't say "Breathing resumed" say "she was alive" or something--be more human-compassionate-emotional rather than technical, you know?
People cheered when the girl made a noise.wait... there are people there? You're going to want to consider this. It's the whole show us a gun before someone gets shot thing--tell us about the crowds before they start to cheer. (And if you did, I missed it, and it wasn't a big enough comment XD)
“Go now,” Colin whispered as he grabbed Alice’s arm. She seemed a little affronted by it but with a look at Colin’s face went along."Go now" sounds weird. Let's go now?
she whispered as Colin made to get out.Ach. Change "made to get out" to "got out".
said Colin’s mother when her opened the door,typo!
“You keep saying that yet you constantly wait around for me. I’m sixteen, I don’t need you to hold my hand.” Her black eyes glinted with malice, ready to tell Colin off for back talking.The actions here are weird--I can't understand them in a real life sense. What is happening...?
“What is wrong with your eyes!”
“What are you on about?” She made a grab and took Colin’s head in her hand, glaring into his eyes. “What is wrong with you?” With wide eyes she let go of him.
“Go to your room,” she swung around to the phone, long black hair hiding the number she dialed, “I told you to get your ass upstairs!”
The computer in the corner was Colin neededyour sentences are all weird and backwards! Why not 'Colin needed the computer' or something...?
“They cannot hear you, child,” sleek and disrupted the voice made Colin freeze.
As rude as she was, it was hard not to think about her.
A quick handshake and another girl appeared, this one had a scowl on her face and he knew she was Melissa. “This is her sister, M-“
It was for the best, Colin couldn’t decide if he should kiss Melissa or kick her.
Bobby counted in the air, looking triumphant while Colin continued to stare at the back of Melissa’s long flowing hair.
Keeping occupied through the long line Colin came out with food and a better knowledge of a new friend.
“I just wanted to talk to you. Maybe make a better first impression,” his hopeful tone triggered an eye roll and huff.
“I don’t need friends! Don’t you get it? I don’t need you or Bobby. I have my sister and my books, that’s all I need.” she turned to walk, but Colin grabbed her arm, a mistake
“No, you ass,” she sniffled and let him up, sitting on the ground next to him.
“Err, here.” Colin handed her a small packet of tissues he had.
“Thanks.” she sounded a phlegmful trumpet into the soft paper and continued to sniffle as she leaked down her face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m usually fine. I have friends, not the best friends, but someone.”
“Thanks Dr. Colin. I don’t need your advice on friends. You had to get beat up to make any.”
How could he have allowed such key information to evade him.
Colin lost interest afterwards, instead he doodled a number of sketches on his notes, each more bizarre than the last.
Past the courtyard Bobby led them to a large unnaturally green field.
“I’ll be right back,” Colin dashed off down the stairs. Using the safety rails to pivot around corners.
The crowd of students parted as the long wooden dinghy drifted over the fog, a skeletal figure controlling its path. “Take him.”