A few months ago, I met this odd, extraordinary yet simple girl.
And no, I didn't fell in love at first sight, but you could say that I was oddly struck by her when she walked into our room. It was a perfect day, actually. I don't know how you describe perfect but for me, perfect is something that didn't come from the word- good enough, and normal.
But that girl that walked into our room on that perfect day wasn't perfect. Oh, no. Not slightly, not even close. She had this thick eye-glasses that she wears. It was like she had her own microscope that she was ready to use. I thought the hair of girls are nice, well combed, flowing and in place. But not her, no, her hair was all messed up and tied in a bun. Like she was in a some kind of storm or something. Her teeth was another story. It was so crooked. I mean, it was so bad. Maybe if she'd only brace it, some kind of difference (that's hopefully good) in her face would show. I think she'll pick like the color green. Oh, wait. No. I take it back. I can't even begin to imagine her with braces. That's the worst idea that crossed my mind.
Whenever she'd smile, it was horrifying. Whenever she beamed at me, it was like my worst nightmare was smiling right at me. It was frightening to watch. When she'd smile at people, too. I think she had some kind of nasty plan up her sleeve to do to them. And her skin? Don't even get me started with that one. Her nose? I'm still doubting if she even has one. I mean, the girl could be the lost daughter of Voldemort. Who knows, right? Her body was something though. Yeah, it was something- (God forbid) she was skinny as a pole.
The way she laughs. It's like hearing a thousand sirens- all at once, loud and noisy. I couldn't even stand a second of it. I would walk away as soon as possible when I see her with her friends, and her friends telling her some joke that I don't even get why she's laughing at it. Maybe some people have a strange sense of humor. And I'm sure that hers was from another dimension.
There was this day when she wore a simple white dress into school. From my point of view, I think she ruined the dress. It was disturbing and it was bugging me all day. People kept staring at her, whispering something that I don't even want to hear. I bet they were trash-talking her, like; 'why's an ugly girl like her wearing that kind of dress in school?', 'she looks like a cancer patient- with a wig.' and what other things they might have talked behind her back.
But maybe I'm just exaggerating this. Like people always do when they want to jinx themselves into telling them that they're not in love with someone. Denying those thoughts, and convincing themselves that this feelings would fade eventually. And I was one of them. Telling myself that it's just a fabric of the imagination trying to lure me into something that's a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
But let me tell you this. That girl that walked into our classroom on that perfect day, wearing a simple white dress and a captivating smile on her face- was perfect.
When she smiled in front of the whole class, showing her perfectly straight white teeth. Then I stared at those pair of chocolate hazel nut eyes like coffee that's so warm and rejuvenating. Captivating me. Trapping me with some kind of love spell.
Her voice was like an angel whispering- soft and innocent yet so bewitching. Just like her name. Angel.
After that was unbelievably slow. It felt like time slowed down. She started walking towards my direction. I couldn't hear anything besides her footsteps and the loud beating of my own heart.
When she finally walked past me I could smell her perfume and the smell of her beautifully flowing hair that smelled like flowers.
It was frightening on how she was perfect in every kind of way. And I hated her for that.
I really thought I did.
Who am I kidding?
Stupid Ichan.
