Stammered Love

Chapter Four|Dream Girl

My first day of school, however, I didn't manage to catch sight of the blonde girl exept for that once in the hallway.

When I got home I had the job of explaining my beaten up face to my mother.

"You fell?" she said skeptically, as she surveyed me from the kitchen table where she sat reading, her hand's wrapped around a flowered mug of steaming cinnamon tea. I nodded.

"On...on a rock," I said, nodding as confidently as I could manage. One of Mom's dark eyebrow's was raised. I had always been terrible at lying.

"he got beat up by Calvin Cage," said George, who was already raiding the fridge.

Mom's blue eyes grew wide " Calvin Cage? Why would he beat you up?" I just shrugged as she continued talking "I'll have to talk to the school board about this. School's should be filled with peace, harmony and love!"

George, who had pulled out ham, turkey, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, bread, pickles, and anything else he could find out of the fridge and had started making himself a sandwich, groaned and said "Mom, don't be such a hippy!'

We both ignored George and I said "Mum, I'm fifteen. Don't worry. I can take care of myself. "

Mum opened her mouth up in protest, but at that moment George's girlfriend, Luka Hampton, walked in. Luka was huge into music so Mum and Dad doted on her.

"Oh! Hi Luka! How's your music going?' asked Mum, which gave me the chance to slip upstairs. I slipped past Paula's room, which was filled with sound of  the cheesy kind of music Mum and Dad hated ( Like One Direction, Justin Bieber, Taylor swift) and giggling girls. I was surprised at the choice of music since Paula seemed to lean more toward artist's like Fall Out Boy, Lindsey Stirling, Rusted Root, and occasionally Heavy metal bands. But I didn't have time to ponder over Paula's odd choices of music . The sound of giggling girls did not surprise me as Paula'd had a bunch of friends over after school. Ignoring Keirstan's whispered shriek of "Is that him?" , I ducked into my room, shutting the door behind me. I laid  on my bed and gazed up at my ceiling, searching for constellation's in the lump's of paint and thinking about the girl at the locker. She hadn't been quite what I'd expected. Although I'd never had a crush on anyone, that didn't mean I hadn't imagined what it was like, or pretended I did. I had formed a dream girl in my mind, made up of certain trait's I admired in other girl's. I'd imagined her to have brown eyes (which I was partial too) but not a dark brown, a light amber brown, quite unlike the startling green of the girl at the locker. She would have long sweeping brown hair, with black highlight's. She would be tall, much taller than the Girl At the Locker. She would have an oval face, with a dark complexion, unlike the  fair skinned heart shaped face of the Girl At the Locker. And she wouldn't have freckles. The Girl At the Locker had an abundance of freckles.

But I knew that if I loved her at first sight, then she was perfect.