plain sight

Chapter 1

I stepped onto the pavement of my driveway. "Hey! Hurry up you're gonna be late!" My mom shouted at me. My head flew up. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and ran to the car. "So, are you excited for your first day of school?" My mom said, nudging my elbow. "I mean, I guess." I said, staring down at my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, comparing myself to every girl. "We are here!" My mom said, enthusiastically. I groaned and hopped out of the car. "Bye, love you," I said shouting at my mom as she drove away. I turned and looked at the school building. Happy people were walking in and laughing together. I was alone and shy. I began walking forward, when I was bumped by a tall, fluffy haired boy. "Sorry!" He said, rushing passed me. I kept my eyes on the ground. I was looking at people's shoes, you can learn a lot about a person just by looking at there shoes. The fluffy haired boy had a pair of black converse, he seemed like a very forgiving person. It's a little weird how I just make assumptions about everything by seeing what shoes that chose that day.

I walked into my classroom. I felt as if everyone was staring at me. I cleared my throat and looked down. I felt my head hit a tall figure. "Ouch!" I said. I walked backwards and looked up. It was him, the fluffy haired boy, the forgiving boy. "Shoot! I am so sorry! I keep running into you!" He said. I stared into his brown eyes. They looked so kind. Gentle soul. I thought. "Class, have a seat." The teacher said. I made my way to an empty seat and sat down. I stared at my hands and picked at my thumbs. A paper was sat on my desk. I looked up, it was a blonde haired girl, she had pink flats, so she seemed self obsessed. "Pass it back, to Fletcher." She said to me. I nodded and grabbed the note. I turned and sat it on the desk behind me. It was him again, Fletcher, his name is Fletcher. He smiled a soft smile at me and picked up the note. "Clementine, face forward." The teacher said. I quickly turned back around.

      The day flew by. I only saw Fletcher once, in the morning. I walked out of the building and then towards my mom's car. "Hey, how was school?" She said as I got in. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out the window. "It was alright." I said, hesitantly. It was a silent ride home. I walked into the house and up to my room. I fell onto my bed and put a pillow over my head. Fletcher was still just stuck in my mind, his smile, his brown hair, his brown eyes, his freckles, his tall stature, everything. He was just so, well, perfect. I sat up and opened my window. I grabbed a pillow from my bed and put it in the roof, I climbed out my window and onto the pillow. I lied down and closed my eyes. Every worry drifted off, and everything went dark. I slowly fell asleep.

        A loud thump hit the house, waking me up. My eyes flew opens and I sat up. "Sorry!" A low voice said from below. I looked over the side of my roof to see Fletcher. "What is he doing here?" I whispered. "You again?" He shouted up to me. I jumped back. "Come on down, I don't bite." He said, in a calm, but loud tone. I climbed back into my room and put on some shoes. I ran down the stairs and out the door. "Hey." I said, coming up to him. "We never officially met, I'm Fletcher." He smiled a warm smile at me. "Clementine." I said, in a quiet, shy tone. "Nice name." He said, "Now,have you seen my lacrosse ball? It flew past my net and hit your house." He looked around me. "You live next door to me?!" I blurted out. He giggled. "Yeah, I just moved in." He said. I looked over at his house. It was white with gray shudders and a black roof. It had two stories and a lacrosse goal in the back yard.

I looked behind myself and saw a white lacrosse ball with green and yellow skids from the grass. I picked it it up and handed it to Fletcher. "Thanks." He said, a smile formed on his face. I felt my cheeks warm up so I looked at the ground. I didn't want him to see my cheeks growing pink. "I'll see you later?" He asked while walked backwards away from me. I nodded and smiled. He waved and turned around. I started walking back to the door of my house. I let out a sigh, but not the type of sigh when you're relieved or frustrated, the type of sigh you let out when you realize that you have new feelings forming. The kind of feelings that make you think, this one is gonna hurt.