Please note: The main characters of this story, Drake and Hanako, are in the seventh grade during this story. Hanako's name is pronounced, "Hah-nah-koh." It's seems pretty easy to read to me, but I want to be sure that everyone is reading the name correctly. These two are some of the main characters that will be in the book I intend to write. I may or may not continue this particular story.

Hanako happily swung her lunch pack back and forth, knowing the tasty food it contained, anticipating eating the sweet treat. Not only that, but she had just got two rhymes into one sentence. Oh yeah. She let her eyes wander and they stopped on the back of a head covered in white hair. White hair... White hair... Oh! That must've been Drake. He was the only albino person Hanako had ever seen in person and she was pretty positive no one in the school had dyed their hair white.

"Hey, Drake," she said grabbing the white-haired person's shoulder.

"My name isn't Drake," said a feminine voice. Hanako's face blanched, her eyes widening when she saw the white-haired person was indeed not Drake. From her the color and short of length of her hair, Hanako had just assumed the other girl was Drake. But not that she looked closer, Hanako could clearly tell their hairstyles were distinct. She hoped Drake wasn't in earshot.

"Uhm... Why did you dye your hair white?"

"I didn't," the unnamed girl replied. "I bleached it."

"Why?"

"Because I want to dye it and if I don't bleach my hair first, it comes out looking weird."

"Oh... Well, good luck with that."

Hanako could feel her face heat as she walked away from the other girl, whose name she didn't care to know right know. The color drained from her face again when she saw that Drake was sitting nearby, more than likely in ear shot. At least she knew it was him this time. He was the only one with those big, red eyes. Save for other albino people with big eyes, anyway.

"Hi, Drake," Hanako said, resting her lunch bag on the table.

Drake looked up seeming surprised. "Oh, hello, Hanako."

"You... You didn't hear that did you?" Drake did nothing but bite his lip slightly, confirming that he had heard Hanako mistake a girl for him. "I'm sorry. Her hair's white too so and I only saw her from behind so I figured that- Anyway, I'm sorry."

Drake visually relaxed after Hanako said that. "It's fine. She's the only one I've ever seen with white hair. Other than myself and the elderly, of course."

Hanako sat down across from Drake. She noticed that he was sitting at the end of the bench closest to the wall, separate from his table mates who either didn't notice him at or were ignoring him completely, holding a independent conversation that Drake hadn't been following.

"These guys your friends?"

"Hum?" Hanako gestured to the other people at the table with a wave of her hand. "Oh. No, they're just the other people who were assigned to sit at this table. Most of them, at the least."

At the beginning of the year,* the students had been told what lunch tables to sit at but they weren't usually confined to sit at them and a number children sat at other tables even when they were told to sit at the assigned ones.

"Huh. Is this your assigned table, Drake? Well, we don't have to sit at them most days."

"I know that," Drake said, looking at the table instead of Hanako.

"Then why are you sitting here?" Hanako asked. She smiled at Drake and ducked her head so she could see his eyes better.

"Oh..." Drake away to the wall, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Hanako. "Because..." He was afraid that he would be rejected to sit with people he considered friends, which would mean they weren't actually his friends. "Because I'm afraid I'd get in trouble if a moved."

Hanako nodded. "Excuse me, Mrs. Jo," she said, calling to one of the teachers monitoring lunch. Mrs. Jo wasn't her real name but most people had trouble pronouncing her last name, Hanako included.

"Yes... Your name is Hanako, right?" Hanako nodded. "What do you need, Hanako?"

"Would it be alright if Drake and I -he's the boy sitting across from me- would it be okay if we moved?"

"Oh, yes. That's perfectly fine."

"Great." Hanako stood up, grabbing her lunchbox. "Then I'll take Drake." Hanako smiled, proud of her rhyme. "C'mon, Drake. I'm kidnapping you. Our table's over there where Kenjamin's sitting." She jerked her head in the Ken's direction.

Mrs. Jo gave Hanako a confused look. "Kenjamin?"  

"Oh, that's not Ken's real name. I just like calling him that."

"Whatever floats your boat."

"Water floats my boat." Mrs. Jo smiled, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, Drake, let's go."

"I need to gather my things before I go."

Hanako swiped his books in one arm and grabbed his sandwich with her other hand. "Open your mouth." Drake complied, too confused not to. Hanako put his sandwich into his mouth and he closed down, looking more confused. Hana put his other food back into his sack and placed on top of his books with her bag. "We can go now."

Drake stood up but he didn't move from the table. He shifted his eyes back and forth, even more confused. He shrugged. Hanako had his food and his stuff. He may as well follow her. And if it turned out she was crazy he could always make a run for it. He took a bite out of sandwich and followed Hanako cautiously.