Stars angels

Chapter one

I was new. Everyone was looking at me. Me, the Los Angeles boy. They were curious and happy.

After all, new people don't run by the streets in little cities. They all knew each other's name. As many other tiny towns, they were friendly, and much home-welcoming.

At school, it was the same. I got many questions, and much attention. All wanted to be friends with the "big city boy".

And there was her. This girl at the back of the class. Sitting alone, looking through the window.

The first day, I didn't care.

The second, I talked with everyone. Expect her.

The third day, I realised that she was never talking.

The fourth, she finally changed her hoodie. A black one against a dark blue one. Hood on, as always.

The fifth, we had sport. I first thought that she will finally take off her hoodie, but I was wrong : she was, once again, alone, sitting on the bench.
Nobody cared. I looked at her for a long time but she didn't notice. She didn't move an inch, or even raised her head once. She was looking at the ground, with the same hoodie, hood on. I found that I never saw her face, because of her clothes, as always.

But we were in September, why she kept it ?

The sixth day, nothing changes.
And it happened like that. Weeks after weeks.

A month passed. I was still looking for her, every time, but I wasn't brave enought to ask her name.

One month and 4 days later, I saw her. Out of the school. For the first time.

She had the same hoodie than always. She was waiting behind the elementary school, hands in pockets, looking at the ground.

I stopped walking, watching her beside the cold wind. I was only wearing a shirt.
Suddenly, she raised her head a little bit. She was looking at me. I didn't moved an inch. The wind was with me, that day. A gust passed, showing me her face.

I saw her eyes.

Dark blue big soft eyes.

Blue like the deep ocean.

Big like dear eyes.

Soft like a coton candy.

Beautiful like the stars.

But empty like the space.

No feeling. No emotions. Nothing.

Nothing of all this was on her eyes.

How can so pretty eyes can reflected so much pain ?

"Would it be all these pains are for me ?" Agust D, Amygdala.