Undefined

Leaves in the Spring

The combination of foreign syllables became blurry as I stared at it for a while . I tried hard to listen to my heavily accented Spanish teacher .
As far as teachers go , she was very calm and quiet . Most students took advantage of her over pleasantness and spend the entire class texting or chatting away about their significant others .

I however , did not . I did my work always , even if it was a chore . Which subjected me to favoritism , and now my beloved Mrs. Garcia sneaks me donuts from time to time without the other students knowing .

" ¿Qué hay niño mal? ¿Hay algo que te molesta? " . Mrs.Garcia's accent was thick and full of concern as she handed me my occasional donut .

" No , nothing's wrong , I just really need to get a better alarm . Or just quit school and become a hobo . The universe is just dead set on me getting another Saturday school . "

She laughed at my typical teenage struggle and carried on grading her stack of quizzes while her students caused havoc . The clocked seemed to go at the speed of a snail trying to cross the road .

English is hands down my favorite class . I don't know what it is about words on a page that makes me feel like I can grab the stars from the sky and teach them to dance , but that's the power of words that nobody quite understands .

After my usual speed walk between my classes that are separated by 100 miles , I arrive at my much adored English class with the same lifeless flair .

Strange . Something was different . I eyeballed my safe haven with curiosity .

And that's when I met the heavy , yet graceful gaze of a girl . An unfamiliar girl , she met my eyes for a fleeting second . That was it .

No sparks . No fireworks . No explosions or love declared .

I don't know how I got into my seat , or the amount of time I stood there realizing that my oasis in the desert was tainted by a new , not all that bad looking face .

I don't know how fast the day went by after that , or how my hands absentmindedly cranked out answers and words on worksheets that meant nothing to my future or me .

It wasn't love at first sight , and it wasn't an ever-lingering thought in the back of my mind all day .

I had seen those green eyes the color of leaves in spring , and forgot about them .

I fell back into my ever present schedule of predictability , and returned to my zombie- like trance .

The only thing that made me emerge from my brain fog was the jolt I felt in the back of my truck , as someone proceeded to collide with the back of my rusty red baby with the front of their somehow annoying , blue Prius .