Polaroids & Memories

First Encounters ~ 1

I always thought that something would happen one day, that would make people realize that I'm special.
That I'd find something that would make me shine.

I just want to be noticed by everyone.

Ever since I was young, I'd always imagine myself to be a gallant knight who saved princes and fought countless battles. As silly as that sounds.

But, life isn't a fairy tale after all. I wasn't able to become that. What should I do?

What do I want to be? What career do I want?

Ahh stupid school. I don't know how to answer your stupid questionnaire.

Walking towards a abandoned train station after school, it's always the right place to think things threw and to sing a couple of songs.

Walking on the empty train tracks towards the empty abandoned platform.

The abandoned train station is my favorite place to visit. Quiet and deserted, it was an ideal spot to think and to sing to myself.

Hopefully I can think today. I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

Going up the few steps of the platform.

I see someone is here.

Sitting on the bench on the train station platform.

A boy.

A boy wearing red pants and a stripe shirt with light brown hair.

He's reading something.

"Uh... trains don't stop here, you know." I yell at him.

Standing only a few feet away from were his sitting.

"What?" He says.

He stops looking at his book and turns to look at me. Confused.

"Nothing! Sorry. Uh, see you then."

He blushes and gives me a small smile and waves goodbye to me.

I wave and turn around and go down the steps and walk away.

I wonder who was that.

I never seen him before.

Is he new here in town?

I wonder what he was doing here.

That was the first time I met him.
It was a chance meeting... that lasted less than 45 seconds.

I continue walking down the empty train tracks.

Where should I go? I could go back and sit with the strange boy, but I wouldn't want to bother him.

He seemed so at ease sitting alone there.

I wonder what he was reading.

I walk off the tracks and into the empty field heading for the busy streets.

Maybe I'll talk to Mr. Payne. He'll know what to do. He's always good with giving advice.

I head towards the church. For some reason he's always hanging around there.

I should ask him why he's always there. It's not like he's a priest or something.

After 10 minutes of walking, I'm at the church.

I stand outside admiring it.

It's a nice old looking church. Stained dark glass windows, it makes everything look so dark inside.

It reminds me of a church you'll find in the old medieval times.

I open the door and step inside.