Arthur & Mary

- Arthur -

What was wrong with this newbie, i don't know. I'm glad she at least knows a song, a good one, and the fact that she knows how to play the piano means that she isn't hitting on me. She just wants to learn a song.

But her smell gave her away: she wasn't American.

She smelled like grass and mint and chocolate, and her hair was tangled and it had small red leafs in it. Was she wild?

She was a fast learner. she didn't want to use her voice, but her lips whispered the notes with a weird accent; she was definitely not American.

- Mary -

A long ray of orange sun blinded me and I realized it was getting late. I checked my wristwatch and it was already five. Oh, here goes my precious summer!

"Thank you for teaching me, I feel fulfilled now. I can die in peace knowing this song! But I gotta go, it's pretty late" I said as i got up and hurried to the door.

"Wait" he said and I turned around to look at his dark presence in the sunset lighted music room. "What's your name?"

"Mary" I said and turned to the door. I heard him saying "Arthur" with his low pitched voice as I closed the wooden door.

I rushed to my dark red KIA and turned on the motor

He was very nice for a high schooler. Wait, I hope he wasn't just a young teacher... No, he would have worn glasses and should have had prematurely gray hairs and he should probably dress in more professional clothes. And he should be taller and fatter or more muscular.

I switched on the radio and got out of the parking lot, into the road.

"I like their roads. Nothing like those from my country, with holes the size of a cow; these are very smooth. I would never stop driving..."

I got my license just as I got my visa. In my country, teenagers are not allowed to drive and I was terrified of driving on its roads. Here, I am not afraid anymore. I wonder if I'll meet him again tomorrow. What was his name again? Something with a J and an old, English, name... John? No...