Wendy
I sat on my bed, trying to focus on my Algebra Honors homework, but I couldn't.
My head was spinning due to recent news.
Peter likes me?!
It didn't compute. I wasn't super pretty. My hair was plain wavy brown. I wasn't extra smart or funny. People liked to hear me talk, because of my accent, but that's the only reason I'm even noticed.
Alice sat on the other side of the down spinning in the office chair.
Does she ever do her homework?
She pulled out her phone and I assumed began scrolling through her Instagram feed.
"Hey, do you know where Tink is?"
This had been bothering me. This morning her bed had been stripped and her bags gone. I didn't share any classes with her, so I knew not what happened.
"Requested for transfer slip," Alice says, not taking her eyes off her screen.
"What!" I shout.
"She requested fo-" Alice begins.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I scream.
"Because you didn't ask," she says, her eyes still transfixed on her stupid stupid iPod screen.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.
"I'm going for a walk," I announce.
"That's great!" Alice says with zero enthusiasm in her voice.
I walk out the door, slamming the blasted thing behind me.
All I can see us red, so it's no surprise a run into someone.
The girl is a raven haired Hawaiian as far as can tell on first glance. She has tight faded jeans and a blue t-shirt that says Aliens are cooler than you.
Interesting.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," I say to her. I look the purple backpack hanging on her shoulder.
"It's fine," she mutters.
"Um... Do you by the way know where I can find..." She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Dorm 211 is?"
That was my dorm! Why was she moving in? Because I had driven Tink out? No!
This was Hawaii's fault.
"No! I do not," I snapped.
"Okay. . . " Hawaii said shocked.
I pushed past the girl, eager to escape the awkward situation. I wasn't proud of what I had said, but I didn't regret it either.
I went to the library, one place that was guaranteed to be empty.
The library was on top of the auditorium and smelled of cinnamon and spices that I did not recognize. Neat rows if seemingly endless book lined the walls.
Alone at last.
Or so I thought
I heard a shuffle in the corner. An older girl, maybe sophomore or junior. She had dark brown hair and a blue dress with a belt.
Her nose is in a book, and she doesn't notice me. I slump down in a beanie bag(I know: we're just that cool) and pull a book from the nearby shelf.
The Giving Tree.
I want to take my mind off Tink and Hawaii, so not matter how immature you might think I am, I read the book.
It was actually one of my favorite books as a child, but Shel Silverstein freaked me out. I was reading the little analogy for life, trying to depict things I had missed as a youth.
"Aren't you a little old to be reading that?" A voice asked.
I looked up and saw a sight that made my heart skip a beat.
"No. C.S Lewis once said that he wished he could be old enough to read fairy tales again," I said. Why did I do things to myself?
Peter smiled a little. He wore a green t- shirt with jeans and a gray hoodie.
"Guess so. But I wouldn't consider The Giving Tree a fairy tale."
I laugh. "It should be. Just put a princess in the tree and that'll do."
We both laugh and it feels good for a moment I feel amazing /(. I see the sophomore look at the two of us, and a smile spreads across get face.
"So. . . I wasn't expecting to see you up here," I say to Peter teasingly.
"Actually, it's not a bad place to chill, I mean its actually a pretty great hang out if you take the whole "reading" thing."
Since it's almost dinner, I know I better go back to my dorm to get going on my homework.
"Hey, can I show you something?..." Peter says nervously.
"What?"
He grinned. "Its a surprise."
He begins to walk to the other side of the library and I follow him. In the back row of the shelves, near history and religion there was a small window.
The sun had just begin to set over the valley and it was a beautiful sight. The clouds were painted pink. Vineyards were covered in golden light.
Then he tells me a story.
"Once, there were two prisoners looking out a small window. One of them said,'Wow that's a lot of dirt.' But the other one said,' That's a lot of sky."
Our hands were touching and I could feel myself as rigid as a board on the insides. But I could only hope, I looked okay, not someone taking too many meds.
We stood there for a minute, just enjoying this beautiful world, but then he shifts. I'm afraid he's gonna leave, but instead he takes my hand and grips tightly.
I don't let go
I'm a eternally sorry and I owe all of you an apology. I'm sorry for not updating for like forever, but I've been busy with basketball and flag football and homework and just life in general. No excuses, I know.
What I did was unforgivable
Though in my defense I wrote a whole thousand worded chapter, which I forgot to save. Oops.
Anyway, although my incompetence is unforgivable, it would be great if your would just
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