Her

Part 3

Kyra
December 16 1959
School. There are many ways to describe school. For me I have different feelings about school. I love to learn and since I don't talk to anyone, I'm able to go through the day with ease. However sometimes deep down I can feel a sense of loneliness. Like I need someone to talk to but I don't have anyone. Well I guess that's also a lie. There's this one teacher that cares about me. I don't know why. There's nothing remarkable about me, but out of everyone he chose me. Sometimes he can see my sadness and helps. I think he would be a great therapist. I know he's a great person, but I try so hard to keep it surface level because in the end he'll leave me too.
Regardless I still have to go to school. I'm in favorite class right now. Art. I joined this class for two reasons. One, Aster was in here and I wanted to watch her from afar. The other, I love painting. It gives me a euphoric feeling. Like I find a sudden happiness that never existed before. I can draw, sketch, or paint all of my feelings down on a single paper for my teacher to admire. The ones she doesn't keep, I burn. I feel like burning them takes away it's power.
   Today, I paint something from my past. In my head it was blurry, but as I painted it it became a more clear. It was a painting of my 3rd birthday. Hard to believe u remember it so vividly, however also not. It was the day my dad left.
I try to shake off that feeling loss. In the corner of my eye I can feel someone staring at me. I look up a little to see it's Aster. I'm confused and shy at the same time. I'm wonder why she's looking at me.
Off to the next class. My teacher liked this painting especially for some odd reason. She didn't ask what is about. It's like she already knew.
The rest of the day was repetitive as always. Lunch was interesting though. I just people watch. Sometimes I'll draw peoples faces if I gets a good enough look. I see Aster. She in the center of the cafeteria. Center of attention. She looked like she didn't want to be. As usual she looked detached from everything around her.
I guess I'm just like her though. I'm usually detached from everything around me, however I'm never the center of attention. I like it that way. Sometimes I'll take my sketch book and draw the scenes around me. I am now drawing the scene in front of me. I named it "The normal life". I did this because this is what someone people think normal life is which is not true, but I guess let other people do what they need to do to get through the day. As I draw, I see a pair of shoes coming my way and I look up. I'm full of shock surprise. Aster is coming my way.