The one I wanna be

1 - Salty seasons

I really like the sea. It scares me. But the sound of the waves calms me. How the sun shines on the water surface and how its like a mirror when the sun sets. All the different tones of red, yellow, pink dances in sky but reflects down to the ocean. The crisp salty air you breath in, the sand running through your hands and the wind blowing your hair in all kinds of directions. That's where I wanna be. But I'm not.

I'm running home from school in the end of fall. I hade just gotten of the buss and decided to run because of the bad weather. The cold rain whipped my face when I was trying to shield my hair with my hood. My white -now more like brown- converse were soaked with water and my wide legged jeans as well.

The church bells rang a lovely tone while everyone was on their way home. I sing in a church choir -not because I believe in god but because I love the company and friends I have there- every week on Wednesdays. The cars speeding besides me while I am trying to walk on the crowded side walk of Kungsholmen in Sweden. It's already six o'clock and the darkness laid like a thick blanket over the city. Even though I was so cold I stoped to look at the fluffy poodle on the other side of the old street. The poor owner running after the dog calling its name but the poodle thought it was just a game.

I started running again with only having my home two blocks away. The first block was a school "Anna Whitlocks gymnasium". of course at just that moment a bunch of beautiful , wealthy and modern girls walked out of the school laughing together. I looked at their perfectly styled hair and looked back at mine. My long brown hair was all wet and frizzed up. I went passed the vanilla smelling girls, looked back for just a split second when I was falling down to the side walk. My puffy black jacket was soaked and so was the rest of me.

"I'm so sorry, here have my umbrella! I can buy one for you if you prefer that. If I just would ha-" a boy said clearly concerned and stressed.

"No, no, no, it's okay. I was going to shower anyway and I live right down this way. So really it's no big deal" I said softly interrupting him.

I was still not making eye contact because of the rain poring down from the sky. He moved the umbrella so it covered my cold body, making him the target of the awful rain. He hold his hand out to me. I took his pretty hand and he pulled me up.

"Thanks, I could have really just got up by myself" I said while shivering.

"I couldn't just leave a pretty girl sitting in the rain."

[A/N: imagine it's being darker and crowded, lol]
I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and at his brown fluffy hair that was now shrinking down towards his scalp. His Jawbones were the prettiest in the world.
He interrupted my thoughts while I was observing his face.
"You don't go to this school? I have never seen you before, I mean I'm not a stalker I just thought you were nice looking and if you-"
"It's Willow and" I said before making him embarrass himself while taking his phone from his jacket. I put my number in and said:
-"call me sometime", with the sweetest voice.
Then I walked home all dirty and wet. I just knew I had met the most perfect guy. When can I ever meet him again? I walked in my apartment and no one was home not even Rosie (Melrose).
She lives with me pretty often and I was surprised that she wasn't on the yellow couch reading a book. I went into the shower taking of my dirty clothes, tossing them onto the floor.

"I just hate the rain and cold weather together" I thought, going towards the bathroom mirror. I looked at my smudged mascara on my face and didn't understand how he could consider me a "pretty girl".

A/N: I know this chapter it weird and I don't know how what I want to write but it gets better! I promise:)