64 Days

Day 1

Michael

I saw her there.

Long blonde hair surrounding her face.

Stunning green eyes that remind you of the forest. Deep and mysterious.

Her face showed no emotion.

Her nose was stuck in a book like it always was during school.

She was oblivious to her surroundings.

She was all I wanted.

Rebecka

There I sat.

Alone.

Waiting for anyone to even acknowledge my existence.

Reading my books because I forget about my reality and invest in theirs.

My long sleeved sweater made my arms itchy but I resisted the urged to scratch. Imagining my long finger nails against my already sore skin made me cringe.

People seem to think I never notice them. I notice every little detail that others don't even know they do. Like Samantha Rodriguez, she chews her on her top lip when she's concentrating. Or how, John Wilks hums to himself when he's sleeping. People due all these things but never know they do it. We go through life blindly. No idea what we're doing or why. No idea how it'll affect us in the future. That's a hard concept to wrap your mind around. Our lives aren't books we can't predict the ending and we certainly can't do anything to stop and rewrite whatever happens to us that we want to change and that's terrifying.

I turn my head ever so slightly to see a boy looking back at me. Of course I knew this boy, but he didn't know me. Nobody knows me. But I certainly know about him. Football player who could have anyone he wants, he was a great student too, everyone loved him, who wouldn't? He has it all. Michael Clifford.

And I had no one.

The school bell rang indicating that it was the end of school, I for one, was glad. School was just a place where people who were popular got to be more popular and those who were nobody felt even more alone in the crowded halls.

I got up out of seat as slow as I could manage. My eyes lingering around the room, watching as everyone raced to leave the classroom. I may not like school, but I like people even less. The thought of everyone trying to squeeze their way through the hallways not caring who was in front of them as long as it help them.

That's what's wrong with today. Nobody cares about others. Nobody cares if you fall as long as they rise.

A/N

So I envision Hayden Panettiere as Rebecka

So yeah, this is a fanfic

Let me know what you think so far. And any ideas you would like to suggest as to this story. I already know what I'm doing for the main plot line, so just any little details that might be a fun part of the story line

Thanks!