The Girl With The Ripped Jeans

Coincidence or Destiny?

It was like the first day of school, maybe? No it wasn't. The first day of school I was late as fuck, trying to light up. That's not important though. It was like the third week. I always sat in the back of woodshop and I noticed that this girl would always sit at the same work bench as me. She had dark short hair, dark light skin, ripped jeans, and sexy eyes. Not sexy in an intimate way but in an admiration way.

She was always quiet. Never said a word. Either daydreamed, slept, or was on her phone. We occasionally talked when I started conversation or when she didn't know what was going on. I didn't blame her. I'm a boring person. Off topic, sorry. But anyway, she just seemed like that innocent shy girl, or at least I thought.

She wasn't shy at all. She just didn't know what to say. I never did either. We would never talk about serious topics. Just regular conversation. She grabbed my attention when she told me she plays guitar which I thought was pretty cool. I love rock so it made me ecstatic. It hurt me a little when she told me she didn't have strings because I needed strings too (only the High E) but still. It was like she was being deprived from contributing to an art. So I told her I'd give her some and I still haven't. She'll get them next time I see her.

Her name is Destiny. Looking back on it, I find it ironic. That's why I choose that title. We talk right now and we're not that close but I have hope that we'll be good friends. I don't think it was a coincidence that we met. Maybe I'm supposed to help her get back on the musical track or vice-versa. I don't know. She's a good friend though. I look forward to the future. I hope I have a class with her next semester. It'll be jokes nonstop.