Lost And Found

[François Laffont]

Franck loved to run. Running and swimming were the two activities he did the most to stay in shape. Most of the time, he did it by jogging around Kalispell, before going to school or once he went back home, before doing any homework. Only now he had a job too and he needed to juggle with everything: job, school, his father, his friends, his boyfriend and working out. Because of this, he often spent the free time he might have between two classes, lunch or before the bus came to pick him up training at school. Like he was now.

He had his music playing in his ears, happy pop songs giving him just the right energy he needed to do this. His usual course started from the entrance door, went around the school to go near the stables, then the training field and back to the entrance so he could get in and grab his stuff from his locker. Sometimes, he would head towards the woods and all the way to the lake before heading back.

He was reaching the training field and Michael Jackson was telling him not to stop until he got enough when he felt himself falling over. His foot slipped somehow and he hit the ground. Groaning, Franck turned off his music as he sat on the grass. He looked around and noticed a bag, between the taller grass. How he managed to miss it, he had no idea but it was clear this was the reason why he fell over. Yet he couldn’t see anyone near said bag. He grabbed it, wondering if he should open it and see if there was any indication as to who it belonged to or if he should bring it to the lost and found.

TAG: Ashlin Hale

[Ashlin Hale]

^{Ashlin watched as the boy who was jogging apparently didn't see her bag and tripped on it. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Of course she hoped he was ok since it was her bag that made him fall over, but then again don't joggers look were they are going? Trying to calm down her laughter, she slowly walked over to the boy who was holding her bag in his hand. "Ummmm, that's my bag you have in your hand." she said reaching out her hand wanting to get it bag before he tripped over it again. Her face was beginning to turn red as she was trying to hold her laughter again. It was probably rude of her to stand by and watch the boy fall over, but it was not like she could warn him since he was wearing headphones and wouldn't hear her anyway. "Urm, my fault for it sitting out in the open. I just didn't think anyone would trip over a semi big messenger bag. I just....." she trailed off as she snatched the bag and looked through it hoping that the extra lens she had in it weren't broke.}

^{Whew, she mentally said. It would have been a problem if they were broke since it cost her a couple of hundred dollars all together. Putting the strap over her shoulder she looked back at the boy. Another cute one, it seems this school wasn't in any kind of shortage of cute boys. "I'm Ashlin by the way." She introduced herself only because if he would have fallen and broke his neck, she'd have to tell his family members something and the reason it happen. Letting a small giggle escape her lips and ran her fingers through her hair, "Do you not look where you're going often?" she asked, not meaning to be rude to him but to her being a jogger meant you HAD to look where you were going.}

^{She had a habit of being too distracted while walking and that's the reason she'd never go out for any sports, short attention span.} 

[François Laffont]

Franck had not noticed the girl. He saw a few people but too far from where he was to assume there’d be a schoolbag around here and he ended up tripping on it. Luckily, he didn’t hurt himself too much and his ego was not big enough for him to be too embarrassed by this situation. He might even find it funny. It was actually pretty easy to find it funny when a girl joined him and was very amused by the whole situation. A little embarrassed too, since, as she told him, this was her bag that resulted in him flying to the ground, but mostly amused. He figured, had he been bleeding or twisted his ankle, she would not find it as funny but right now, since it was not the case, he allowed himself to be affected by her good mood and smiled to her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see it in the grass, tripped on it. Here you go,” he replied as he handed it over to her.

He was not affected to the point of laughing as hard as she seemed ready to but he certainly didn’t look angry by what happened. “No, yes, it’s my fault. Wasn’t paying too much attention. But I’m no hurt, least doesn’t feel like it. How about your bag?” Of course, he meant more the content of it than the actual bag. He was not wearing spikes all over his shoes to slash it with one kick. But it may contain something a little more fragile than the bag itself, meant to resist after all.

“François, but everyone here calls me Franck,” he said. It probably explained the accent she heard in his voice thus far. Yes, he was French. And no matter how long he’d been in the U.S., he still found it impossible to totally get rid of his accent. Then again, he didn’t want to. It was part of who he was and people could understand him perfectly despite it. He stood up, tested the strength of his ankles. Seemed fine. His knees, elbows and hands hurt a little but it was due to the fall. At least his ankles had no problem, he could get back without limping his way to the infirmary. He wiped the dirt off his pants, especially his knees before he looked at her. She giggled and it only made him smile again. “Ah uh... not really? I’m not used to falling like that. But it seems I still know how to fall right, since I’m not hurt,” he said, flashing her a smile as he didn’t want her to be too concerned about what happened.