Cold Path

3

After lunch, the rest of my first day of school went well. It turns out I have my last two classes with Carly, English and 2-dimensional art class.

When the bell for dismissal rang I told Carly to wait in her car for me as I make a quick stop at the library to pick up a book for English. My class has a book project and we can choose any book, so I was thinking about picking up my favorite book, The Outsiders.

I have read many books throughout my life and I can easily say The Outsiders is my all time favorite. The Outsiders is such an inspirational book because the 'greasers' friendship is so powerful. I lost count of how many times I have read it and the amount of times I cried while reading it.

I walk into the library and there is not a soul in here. The librarian probably already left to go home because nobody is here.

At home, in Chicago, I would spend my whole Sunday afternoon at the local library reading any book I could find. I miss Chicago and my family, but I know things in my life will change for the better.

I walk from book shelf to book shelf glancing at the hundreds of books. It is silent in this library, a little too silent. I feel like I am in a horror movie and something is going to jump out at me any second. Goosebumps rise on my arms thinking about that, so I hurry up to find The Outsiders.

I hurriedly turn the corner and go to the fiction section of the library. As I turn the corner, I see a young man reading deep into his book sitting at a round table.

He looks so focused and so passionate as he reads. His brown curly hair dangles down covering his face onto the book and I can slightly see that his eyebrows furrow together intensively.

I shake my soundless thoughts away and continue to look for the book.

I feel so tense now knowing that I am alone with that young man sitting just a few feet away from where I am standing. I feel so tense that when I grabbed the last book of The Outsiders I knocked three other books over making a loud thud onto the floor.

I quickly untuck my hair from my ears to cover my red embarrassed face and bent down to pick up the book. Just breath Grace. I tell myself after standing up with my hair still covering my face.

I fleetly glance at the young man who is completely starring at me with his mouth slightly opened. His green eyes connect with my own green eyes and I feel it is impossible to break the connection.

He is so incredibly beautiful. His brown, curly hair falls into his broad shoulders and his dark, pink lips fall slightly open. He has bushy eyebrows just like mine and his jaw line looks so angled. His pale skin has no signs of flaws making him absolutely flawless.

I have this cold feeling in my chest that is making me shiver by the sight of this astonishing angel sitting seven feet away from me. And I have this urge in my body that is pulling me in because I am instantly drawn to him.

I break the connection from the mysterious, young man when I notice how frozen I stand. I can not help myself to look over at him one last time, but this time he is gone.

It is like he was never there and it was all my imagination.

-

Carly drove me home, but instead of dropping me off she pulled into her drive way.

"I think that you need to make a quick little stop before heading home." Carly winked at me. I went with it and followed her inside her small house.

She led me to a room and I am guessing it is her room. Her room is smaller than mine, but more decorative. She has white lights dangling down from her ceiling and photos of her family and friends all around her wall in a collage.

"You are going to pick out a dress for the dance obviously." Carly smiled at me and opened her closet to grab a few dresses she must have worn in the past.

"Oh, no I have plenty of dresses I could wear,"I lied. The only dress I have is a summer dress I wore two years ago on a vacation at the beach.

"Oh whatever Grace, try this navy blue one on. You will look amazing." I take Carly's dress because I know she won't take no for an answer.

I decide against telling Carly about the handsome man at the library. To be honest, It will be a miracle if I ever see him again. I know that I won't be able to gain the confidence to talk to him if I see him again, so I brush off the thoughts of him lingering in my mind.

As I look in the mirror, I fell in love with the beautiful dress. It falls down a little below my knees and it has a lace look to it. It fits my body figure perfectly, not too loose or not too tight.

Friday night, at the dance, I will show everyone at Franktown Community Highschool that I am not a shy, vulnerable girl. I am more ready to go to the dance than I will ever be.