October 15, 1949, around 5:10.

Hawk had to wait 10 minutes before his dad came. He didn't like his schedule, 5 A.M. to 5:00 P.m. every other day. When nothing happens, you get tried, and drink half of the coffee in the hospital. The coffee had worn off a few ours ago, and he knew what he's going to do when he got home: Have dinner, get drunk, go to bed. To him it the perfect plan.

"Hawkeyeeeeeeeeee!" Cried an annoying voice.

Hawkeye stood straight. He wondered if he should run, or turn around, and then turn back around and then run. He decided to run, but he thought to slow, and, to most unfortunate expense, Miss. Mariah Wilson caught up to him.

Mariah Wilson was one of the school teachers (A/N: See first chapter for the grade.) she had Black hair and green eyes. Most men would marry for her prettiness, but nothing else. She was mean to must every thing, but Hawkeye. She had A HUGE crush on Hawkeye. And that's all she cared about. Him. Nothing else.

"Hawke, why are you running from me?"

"To get away from you!"

"Why? I know you like me!" "Do not!" Shouted Hawkeye as he slowed down. "See? You're slowing down!" Hawkeye stormed over to her. He grabbed her shoulders and shake her. "I don't like you! Your not my type!" Mariah looked Hawkeye directly in the eyes. "Your so cutie when you get angry." Hawkeye pushed her aside a counted his way home. Up where Hawkeye lived, the house where bigger, and father apart. He couldn't say he had a spoil childhood, but a fairly good one, his dad being a doctor and all. Hawkeye was careful when going home, because Mary Ann unfortunately lived a few houses down. And being the prankster she was she would pull pranks on Hawkeye. Some times she shot water balloons, and some times it was stupid tricks he fell for. But tonight she showed no sign of her tricks. Instead, she was playing her Tenor Saxophone, on the balcony. Hawkeye had to admit she was advanced. Well, for her age.