Perspectives

8. Nahuel

I woke up to the cold Monday morning and started to get ready so I could see Jacey.  I put on black jeans and a blue T-shirt.  I didn't care if people saw my arms.  I wasn't going to do it again.  Jacey didn't like people like that.  I brushed my fingers across them quickly.  They were scabs now that stuck out from my arm slightly.  They were slowly getting better, but it would take a while.  I began my walk to school.  The misty sky gently coated my face with a thin film of water.  Sometimes, I used to walk in the rain.  I thought it might cover up the fact that I was crying.  Not a lot of guys cry.  They think it makes them weak.  I know that I am weak and I don't need anyone to tell my that I am.  

The street glistened slightly from the rain the previous night and it made the bottom of my shoes slightly wet.  The street could have gone on forever and I would have walked to the end of it.  Without Jacey, there was nothing that interested me.  I would walk forever to find someone like her.  Someone who i could be with.  

School was far down the street and I never complained about walking this distance, though it is hard.  I finally got to school and walked into first period late.  The blond witch that sat behind the desk and called herself a teacher stared at me.  

"Sit down, Nahuel," she sneered in her discusting voice.  I sat down all the way across the room from Jacey next to a boy named Paul.  

"Man, you never fail to piss her off," he giggled.

"I know," I said, laughing in response.  We spent class giggling about the way the witch looked when she talked.  We mocked almost all of her facial expressions throughout the class.  The bell rang and I started over to Mr. Burns' class.  I saw Claire looking like she was on the verge of tears talking to Hero.  I managed to catch a small part of their conversation.

"It'll be okay, Claire," Hero said.

"What will they say?" Claire asked, "Was I really that bad?"

"No," Hero said, "you're not bad at all.  He's not even worth it.  You're going to be late for class, I'll talk to you at snack."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Claire started walking swiftly to Mr. Burn's class and Hero made her way to Ms. Creme's room. I followed Claire.  

"Hey, Claire!" I said.  She turned around and looked at me.  Her hair was messy and her eyes coated with a thin layer of tears.  She turned around and continued to walk to class.  She seemed to have been crying all weekend.

Drew had broken up with her.  I knew it.  I turned around to look at Drew.  He was hugging another girl.  That was just like him.  He was a flirt.  poor Claire, she wouldn't be alright.  

I walked over, grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.  I hugged her tightly.  She started to cry.  She just put her face on my shoulder and sobbed.  We walked over to Mr. Burns's class together and there were tears in her eyes the entire way there and throughout the entire class.  I wished she wouldn't feel that way.  I tried my best to comfort her, but she seemed like the kind of girl who wanted someone to just let her cry.  

I saw Jacey in Ms. Creme's class. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.  She was amazing in every way possible.  I don't think it's possible for anyone to hate her.  She's just so nice and she's one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life.  Her clear blue eyes were so true, I just wanted to stare at them forever.   We talked, but she still had no idea that I liked her and no one in the world knew.  I was so glad I got this chance t sit next to her and show her that it was me.  I could be the one who she might want in her life.  That if she let me into her life, I could be the one.  

She could have controlled the world if she wanted to.  She could have been the world if she really wanted to be.  She could've carried a star on her finger if she wanted to.  She could have walked on the moon.  She could have been whatever she wanted to be.  She was my world.  She was my world.  My amazing, beautiful Jacinta.  The world and sun and stars.  My love.   Jacey...