charmolipi: a short story collection.

6th Grade Drabble

Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was in 6th grade. Some parts may be very cliché and well, cringey (I might even go as far as describe the main character as a pick-me jk), but this was one of the pieces I liked from the many stories I wrote at that time. Please be gentle with your comments.

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High School.
Everyone's Young.
Everyone's tired.

These thoughts were everything Jia had running in her head. Sure, she was in high school, where everyone was having fun and going to parties, but she wasn't part of everyone.

Her former friends ignored her as much as they can just because she liked that band. Her parents were amazing, though they were rarely present. And the guy she liked? With her sister.

Sucks?

You bet.

So you get the idea. Jia isn't one of everyone. She liked thunderstorms and sad musicals and books and that one band that left her without friends. She was smart but not in a way you would expect. Her sister would always point out the little mole below her eyebrow, calling it pretty. The dark hair that framed her face seemed just right, but still too ordinary. And her eyes, oh geez her eyes, they were just boring as a wooden wall. There are cracks, and the color wasn't special. Just brown. Just pretty when it hit the sun.

But she doesn't know that someone looks at her with so much admiration that might be more than just puppy love. It was like learning to read and understanding the words for the first time.

Except that she was hard to read and he didn't understand her.

Eliseo wasn't ordinary. He'd probably be that guy you liked in 6th grade. Or maybe that cute boy you saw at the mall. No one knows.
He was the exact opposite of Jia. Attention was following the tracks of that guy. And although he didn't play basketball, he was sculpted like a Greek sculpture in a museum. No one missed him at the hallways. Eyes just followed his steps.

So why did she look at Jia in a different way?

Because she helped him.
Clichè?
No.

It didn't even happen in highschool. They were 4, barely learning to count. A contest was held in their little nursery, the kind where kids work together to form a cute puzzle or something. They weren't partners, I tell you, but she casually went over to his table and did his work. Like she'd done it a million times before.

He marveled at how quick she was, and did not stop admiring her. As of now, she was reading a book, Young Adult from the looks of it, and was smiling. Will the day come and you'll smile because of me?

This is a story of fire seeking shelter in ice.