  "LANCE! WAKE UP! NOW!! " A large man with a deep voice was banging on the door to Lance's bedroom. It was six o'clock in the morning, and Lance rolled over with a sigh. He opened his eyes to look at his clock.
"Ugh, I hate this... especially on a Monday..." he shut his eyes and went back to sleep. Twenty minutes later Lance's father came into the room, dressed for work in a black business suit and a tie. "Lance," he started "It looks like I'll have to get you out of bed again. " he walked over to the side of the bed and pulled back Lance's warm covers. Lance's legs shot up to his chest the moment the cold morning air touched him; he shivered a little. His dad then lifted the matress off on one side, sending Lance rolling over onto the floor with a thud.
"DAD! I told you not to do that anymore! " he said, shooting up. His dad replied with a small devlish smile on his face, "maybe next time I should pour cold water on your head instead? " Lance shouted back "NO! Come on dad, I'm never late for school.
" "Only because I get you up. " his dad replied. Two minutes later they left the house, Lance was chewing on a cereal bar and trying to flatten his messy brown hair which he had no time to comb. "Got everything? " his dad asked. "Yeah, everything except a good night's sleep.
" Lance said with a small yawn. He saw his dad get into his car and drive off to work. Lance lived in a small community just outside of the city, so his house just across the street from school. In Twenty minutes the first period bell rang. Lance was practially falling asleep, he stayed up too late doing homework, only because he chatted over AIM too long. His dad didn't get home until very late, so it's not like his dad would really care on the way home from work.
First period was Geometry, and he wondered why this class had to be first period of the day. "Class. " a blonde haired teacher addresed the class, "pull out your homework. Problems 1-65 please. " Lance's heart sank... he didn't do his homework! "Oh, what am I going to tell hi-" he stopped mid-thought, walking across the room, her blonde hair flowing in the air behind her, was Alexa.
She walked past the window which overlooked the flowers in front of the school, her glowing blue eyes flashed in Lance's direction, and for a moment, both eyes met, and the- "Looking at the beauty of God's work, Lance? " the teacher asked. "Uh, y-y-yes, sir. I mean, no sir, I mean-" Lance replied, wondered if the teacher saw him looking at Alexa. The teacher replied sarcastically "I know how beautiful the flowers in the garden are, but please try and pay attention. Now, you're homework?
" The last bell rang, and Lance picked up his bag and headed for his locker. Behind him walked Alexa and some of her friends. He wondered if he'd ever get to make a move, she was always hanging around with her friends, and it's not like he could just pull up in some nice expensive car and drive away alone with her, impressing both Alexa and her friends. He headed outside, going home, but stopped at a tree to think. After banging his head against the tree several times, he saw Alexa come out for tennis practice. Several rounds went by, when all of a sudden a voice popped up from behind Lance.
"Painful, isn't it. You're whole world standing just beyond that fence, just out of reach. " Lance seemed not to notice too much "it's only a fence..." he replied back. The guy behind him answered that, "a very big fence, can't have stray tennis balls flying out... or flying in for that matter. " "No.. we wouldn't want tha- HEY! " Lance jumped back.
Standing behind him was a shrimpy kid with red hair and brown eyes, he was obviously a freshman. "What are you sneaking up on people for? " After several minutes of talking, Lance really only found out the guys name was Mike, and he skipped all of middle school because of his intelligence, but knew how he could help Lance get Alexa. "Um, but if you skipped all of middle school... wouldn't that mean, you know... you're a nerd? And uh, incapeable of getting a date? " Mike looked stunned, "well, if you don't want my help, you're doing a greeeeaaat job already with getting your date.
So I'll be out of your way. " as Mike walked away, Lance realized how good off he WASN'T in getting Alexa. The next day after school, Lance was in his position. Mike had reset the electronic message board in front of the school to read "ALEXA, I LOVE YOU", and then Mike would set off some fireworks or something. Lance could care less about fireworks, he just wanted the message to be seen. Alexa would soon come out from tennis practice, but one of the last ones to leave so all of her friends wouldn't be there.
He waited, and waited, and waited. Until at last, after what seemed like an hour (but was really only five minutes) Lance got up the courage to go find her himself. He walked around the corner, only to see Alexa making out with some other guy! How could this happen?! Lance quickly tured around and headed home. Moments later he heard the fireworks go off, so he suspected that Mike sent them off, and also wondered if he turned on the sign.
If Mike DID turn on the sign, it was probably in the other guy's favor. He gave a big sigh as he fell backwards onto his bead. "Oh well, life moves on I guess. " he said to himself. "but I really did like her..." 
