~ Keontrey perspective ~
"Please come in and look at the table on the wall to see where you will be seated for the rest of the year," the teacher says as the students arrive on the first day of school. "
"Hi, I'm Alaisa, and I guess I'll be seated with you for the rest of the year," I say as I see the most beautiful woman in the universe.
Alaisa's eyes, like the brown diamonds in the universe's crown jewel, twinkled with life and intensity. They are more than just orbs of iris and pupil; they are portals into her soul, windows into her innermost thoughts and feelings. Her skin, rich and warm like the earth itself, radiates a luminosity. Her skin is brighter than the sun on a cloudless day. It is as if she is a living work of art, each brushstroke adding to her beauty, making her more than just flesh and blood but a masterpiece of nature's creation. Her hair, fluffier than a cloud on a clear day, cascades down her back like a waterfall of golden honey. It is so soft to the touch that one can get lost in its silky strands for hours endlessly, feeling the warmth and comfort that only this woman can provide. In her presence, one feels as if they've entered a dream world where everything is perfect and magical, where even the air seems to hum with a sense of wonder and excitement. She is a rare and precious gem, a treasure to be cherished forever, the epitome of perfection and beauty in the natural world, indeed. Wow. Speechless, I am. She is perfect. I wanted her and only her.
"I guess so, and why do you look at me like that?" she says with our eyes meeting.
"How are you? Also, you won't believe it," I say.
"I'm tired. What about yourself, and what," Alaisa says as the teacher hands us papers.
"I think you're in the wrong place, and I am doing amazing," I say as I begin to write my name on the paper.
"Shut up. You don't even know what you're talking about. I am in the right place," Alaisa says, rolling her eyes.
"Chillat baby girl, I think you're supposed to be in heaven. 'cause you're an angel," I say, licking my lips flirtatiously.
"Aww, you are so sweet. I'm Alaisa, but you can call me Laisa by the way, and you are?".
"Keontrey Karlous Jackson, but you can call me KJ," I say, filling out the paper.
"I want a special nickname for you. Something only I can call you. I can't think of anything right now. I'll think of something eventually," Alaisa says.
I know what I want her to call me, but I don't want to move fast. The last time I moved too fast with something, I got hurt. I never want to feel like that again.
I then jot down a poem in my lyrics book, "The feeling of pain. With no storm, there was rain. I was the drain. My head. Deranged. Happiness, none. Joy gone. Heart, Stepped on. Crazy inside this dome. My soul hanged. To be locked in a chain. Only one lane. Flight with no plane. Felt as if I had none. I was the only one. Heart shot, no gun. Weighs a ton. Hurting. Unreined. Soul stained. I lived in vain. Someone explain. Love, it runs. Darkness. No sun. Felt needed. A blunt God, why to your son?"
~Alaisa perspective~
Wow, if you all saw who will be sitting next to me for the rest of the school year y'all would fall in love. He is so fine. The most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. I am speechless at his appearance.
He is a striking man who radiates an ethereal beauty that is hard to ignore, comparable to a living work of art crafted with exquisite care and attention to detail. His skin, reminiscent of warm honey, glows with a healthy radiance that is enchanting, devoid of any blemishes or imperfections. The shimmer in his eyes, like two sapphires set against an emerald green landscape, captivates onlookers with their intensity and depth. His lustrous mane of jet-black curls, like a shining mantle, gracefully frames his flawless features, adding to his breathtaking appearance. He stands tall at six feet, and his posture exudes confidence and grace as if each step he takes is choreographed to a mesmerising dance. When he smiles, it's as if the sun has chosen to shine upon him, illuminating the room with his infectious radiance and leaving everyone in awe of his irresistible charm. In essence, Keontrey Karlous Jackson is a breathtaking spectacle of nature's finest artistry, a testament to the allure and beauty that can only be achieved through a harmonious blend of genetic perfection and innate charisma that seems to radiate from within.
