"Quotation"

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"Quote," read the Lady in Blue. "Apparently, that was my first word. How unique was that, right? My first word opened the door to epic possibilities for my life. I definitely planned not to waste it. However, how could I possibly make this story explode? I was a nobody and had no plans to be a somebody. My life was going absolutely nowhere. And I was greatly disappointed."

Lidya squirmed in her seat; it was open mic night tonight at her favorite restaurant and she and her friends came to eat expecting some off-key singer to hog the microphone. This was not what she was expecting, though. A lady, dressed in a blue dress, blue shoes, and blue accessories walked up onto the stage and started reading what appeared to be a blue, blood-stained diary. In short, Lidya anticipated an awesome (awe-inspiring, not cool) story.

The Lady swept her auburn bangs away from her make-up-less face and continued to read.

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Perhaps I was too naive to have an exciting life for my first seventeen years. Perhaps God intended to have it play out as it did. I will never know. Yet, I will now and forever have the memories.

I remember the first time I recited the alphabet without messing up. I remember the first time I slept without the fear of monsters in my closet. I remember the first day of school and my first ever best friend. Still, out of all these great memories, the one I treasure the most was meeting him.

I, happily, had just graduated from high school the previous night and I enjoyed sleeping in, knowing the other students had an obligation to attend school that day, but I did not. Because I graduated. For some reason, that made me feel high and mighty, and it still does, I guess. On this day, after waking up at a glorious eleven AM, my best friend Tamryn sent me a text to hang out at the mall at, like, say around two. Plenty of time for me to get ready, and get ready I did.

At a little after the appointed meeting time, I met up with Tamryn. We talked about how great it was to finally be out of high school. Then, we did as most teenage girls do. Off to window-shop we went. All those beautiful clothes we could only possibly own if we married a rich husband. However, I would frown at anything blue. I loathe that color and I don't even know why. Blue just does not sit right with me and I suppose it never will.

It was probably the fifth or tenth store, if my memory serves me incorrectly, that Tamryn saw something she really wanted. It was purple so I gave the go ahead and we entered the store. While she went to go try on the loose and flow-y purple shirt, I eyed the racks up and down. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw this hat.

I adore hats. Especially fedoras because I'm immature and I love to say I look "fedora-ble" in a fedora. My legs started walking me over to the shelf before my brain knew what I was doing. Once I got there, I confidently reached up to take the hat down and try it on.

Something stopped me, though. It was the fact that another hand also had a grab at the beautiful hat. Both our hands retracted and we both turned to see each other.

It was a man a couple of years older than me. And he was drop-dead gorgeous. Never have I ever seen a man more beautiful than he. His jawline was strong and defined. His cheek bones were sharp; I felt as if you could seriously cut yourself with them. His nose was straight as it probably never was broken before. His lips were not exactly full, not exactly thin, but were in between somewhere and that was fine with me. His chestnut colored hair was tussled like there was wind blowing outside, which, of course, there wasn't because it's summer. And his eyes, his lovely, wonderful eyes. They were a perfect almond shape, but that was not the most striking feature. His eyes are why I started to love the color blue. His eyes reminded me of the beautiful afternoon sky that I had resented before; they reminded me of a blueberry (a berry I refused to eat) right before it was ripe; they reminded me of denim, a thing out of my fashion style; they reminded me water, admittedly my favorite thing to drink because it left no after-taste; his eyes are truly why I love the color blue now.