I put my elbows on top of the sink balancing my face between both hands. At least my face was now closer to the toilet mirror in front of me. I knew this lucid view would surely give me a vivid picture of the errors in my face. Sometimes I wonder why can't I look and act like the other kids. Who on earth has his braces at the eleventh grade? Me, obviously me, and that is one thing that made me feel like a snob around here. Perhaps I should get rid of this nerd act and do what all teenagers do. Maybe focus on my looks; who knows, I might turn out to be this hot dude who's got his wheels rolling. Be popular and I know then that Angelo will surely consider me living, you know. Those flashing thoughts put a smile on my face and thinking about her shaken me. That reminds me of the half done portrait I've been working on yesterday.
I put down my sky blue back pack and scanned through the full bag for the hidden piece of paper. There it lay on my drawing book. I did not pay much attention to the floral hairband she had worn yesterday; I focused entirely on her ravishing eyes. That pair of black sparkling eyes made me fall in love the instant they were drawn towards my direction. Since then I have been seeing then on my books, my clothes, my food, actually everywhere I went by, they were seriously haunting me. At least those haunting my thoughts were one least threat but seeing them live was torture. Every morning her black pair looks so freshly sparkling, full of life and happiness. After noon I know they look teary exhausted but highlighted with the element of love. That I know without catching a glimpse of them. I have been stealing every glimpse of Angelo's oculus since grade9 which is when I personally fell in love with her. Since then, it like I have been studying them the past 2 years that I'll even know how they smell (smiling). If one day our eyes could somehow meet, I know it would be the end of me. I was moving down my eyes to her kiss inspiring lips as well which I got to draw yesterday, but I got interrupted by light footsteps moving towards the toilet. Quickly I slid the paper back to my drawing book. I opened the tap in front of me pretending to wash my hands then splashed a little on my hot face. Yes from all the thinking I had been doing, those thoughts had turned my face hot. If I was the white race I'll be red by now but since I am black, my face was simply hot and oily. I faced down avoiding eye contact in the mirror with the invader of my space. Actually I wasn't avoiding him; I wasn't in a mood of hearing spiteful words or being called a nerd. That is what everyone calls me here and I had swallowed that a long time ago. At times you have to believe what people say about yourself because it may be true. You just have to embrace it to have inner peace. I knew it either, he was going splash water on my face and that I have already done it myself or pull my rough afro hair, bullies though.
None of that happened. I sighed and picked my bag to leave. But before I
could exit the door, I felt those rough hands pulling me by my bag.
"WOOOOOOOO not so fast jerk. Don't leave this shit here"
I turned back to meet pieces of my drawings flying on the air, scattering around
