"Ah Damn." He ran down the street, he was going to be late for his part-time job; He was kept late at school. He got there just in time.
  "Sorry Mrs. Fujiwara." He apologized and quickly got to work. She shook her head, "Foolish boy..." She mumbled, before going back to her office. He bit his lower lip as he got his broom and his duster.
  He worked part time at Fujiwara Portraits, a little Paint shop on the corner of a large Market that was always bustling with people, even if it was in the middle of nowhere.
  His name was Zachary, or, Zach. His bleach blond hair fell in front of his face, which annoyed his boss. His dark emerald eyes were the darkest thing on his face. A small ring hung from his left nostril, and another hung from his ear. His regular attire consisted of a Grey and Black Vertical striped shirt, a dark brown jacket, Bright blue jeans, and black boots. He was 14 years old, and was aspiring to become an artist. He hoped soon Mrs Fujiwara would take him under her wing, as an apprentice. He would sit in the shop and watch people come in, and watch Mrs Fujiwara paint their faces on the Canvas. It was inspiring.
  One day, Mrs Fujiwara was out sick, so Zach was able to hang around the shop by himself. He sat near the window and watched people walk by; though, there weren't many people today. There had been a terrible storm the previous night; Trees had fallen, streets were flooded, houses and Apartments lost power. It was terrible.
  The bus stop he usually waited at after his shift had been destroyed by a tree that had fallen. He was looking at it from the shop window, no body was bothering with it, since there were other more important things to move. He did a double take when he thought he saw the door to it move.
  Zach quickly ran out of the shop and ran to it, he peaked through the glass window, There was a girl inside. He quickly grabbed a piece of shrapnel, and tried to pry the window from the wooden frame so he could get her out. After 10 minutes, the window hit the ground, and he jumped in. He picked her up, without questioning, and brought her back to the shop.
  Zach laid her down on the floor and dabbed at her forehead, where she had a concussion. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago, but it was dried all over her face. He laid his head against her mouth, she was breathing, but barely. He eventually had cleaned her face, and her hair, but didn't want to bother with her blood-stained clothing.
  Zach laid her down in Mrs Fujiwara's office, on the couch, and left her to sleep. He decided he would wait around until she woke up; He ended up waited really late into the night
  Though, he never expected that this was going to be the start of a close bond.