On an early summer morning, I wake up and get dressed to go to a summer art program at a high school. To be there by 9 AM, I eat at 7:30 and catch the bus at 8.
I got on the bus as I normally would, and sat at the very front of the bus. I enjoyed that seat. It was easy to get on and off the bus from there. The bus ride went smoothly as usual. Thankfully nobody decided to argue so early in the morning. Usually nothing major happens. Occasionally I would see someone from school, but it was never anything of importance. However, this morning was different.
The bus stops near the movie theaters to pick up some people. One of these people was a girl who could have been no older than 20. She sat down at the front of the bus on the seat opposite of me. She had strawberry red hair and wore two baby blue and pink hair clips on the left side of her hair, just above her ear. A dark wash denim skirt and a yellow top with ruffles at the ends. For some reason, she drew my attention greatly, to the point where it has been 3 years since I saw her yet I still remember her vividly. Calling her 'pretty' is an understatement. Not even 'beautiful' is anywhere near enough. Maybe she actually looks normal or average, but I swear there was just something else about her.
I haven't seen her since, but I don't think she'll be someone I'll forget easily.
That was our only interaction, and honestly that's enough for me. The chances of seeing her again are very low. I'm okay with that.
by: k
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Our First Beginnings
Romanceshort, random stories about our beginnings. happy or not. written by two people.
