Stroke of a Brush

Another Year

Another Year

Sky's P.O.V.

As I'm standing in the cafeteria I feel like I'm being watched, I turn around and scan the eyes of the crowd behind me. I lock eyes with a girl that looks to be about my age or younger. She has long black hair that's wavy at the bottom. She's not to tall and not to skinny but just the right amount of both to make a perfect body. She's wearing a dark gray baggy sweat-shirt with bright yellow letters spelling out 'Bahama's 2011' so I guess she has visited only a couple years ago. She is also wearing a tight fitted pair of black skinny. jeans. Her face was delicate but her eyes screamed something else. I've heard of people having violet eyes before but I've never actually seen a person with them. From as far as I could see her eyes were a lighter color of violet on the outside and got darker closer to the pupil. She was breathtaking. I hear her friend next to her saying "I cannot wait to meet my teachers!" Wow, they must be ninth graders because no one here wants to meet the teachers. Before I could go and say something to her my best friend Red comes screaming behind me "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh I haven't seen you in like forever!" he says trying to sound like the hundreds of girls around us. I let out a little laugh. I've been best friends with Red since forever. His real name is Felix Scar ... He doesn't have a middle name due to where he's from, though he's never really told me were he's from. He got his nickname from an accident. I remember it vividly as though it was yesterday.

Flashback***

It's was a sunny day so most everyone in the neighborhood was outside doing something , playing, running, biking, etc. A group of friends including Red and I were playing football and someone threw the ball a little to far so Red quickly ran across the parking lot to fetch the ball. On his way back from retrieving the ball, a car that had been riding around the neighborhood like a maniac came out of no where and rammed into Red so hard he flew at least fifteen feet. Of course to make things worse well flying backwards he hit his head on one of the neighbors mail boxes stopping him from going any farther. After that everything was in complete chaos there where screams and loud shouts of "Call 911!" and "Is he going to be okay." I could see Reds mom crying on there porch overwhelmed from seeing Red covered in blood, Reds father running to Reds aid. "My son! My baby!" His mom let out through tiny whimpers. The worst part of it for me was hearing the agonized moans of Red and seeing him covered in blood. The only way i could make out his face through all the blood was with his distinctive brown eyes that seem to be tinted red closer to his pupil. He was soon rushed to the hospital. We later heard that he almost died from losing so much blood and during all the chaos the driver who hit him was never caught. It was amazing he even lived. When he got back we decided to call him Red since he had lost so much blood and because his eyes looked as though there tinted red close to the pupils.

After that 'wonderful' flash back I let my gaze rest on the beautiful girl across the cafeteria from me. Too soon she turns forcing me to look away.