Walking Light

The New Kid

"Every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent... and when you do. Nothing will ever compare. " 

-Flipped ( Chet Duncan )

It was an abnormal day. A moving truck pulled up on my driveway. I was reading outside, you know. Just laying on the grass. Um no, no I wasn't. I was struggling to take the ants that crawled on me when I tried reading... Here's a tip. Never ever, read while laying on grass!

I stood up and dusted myself. I turned around and stared at the moving truck. A car was following behind. Strangers got out of the car. My new neighbors?!  They moved across my house. They seemed like a nice family. Two parents, a girl... and a boy. A boy named Ian Sanders. He ran up to me and introduced himself. We instantly became friends. He was a nice boy. He had brown-messy hair, blue eyes, a smile so bright and a personality that beamed like light. He made a good first impression. I met his parents. They seemed nice, they were nice. I also met his sister, she was girly. Not my kind. I was a normal girl, I guess. She was way too girly!

I helped unpack. It seemed weird. We just met like an hour ago. And now I'm helping them unpack. Would it be rude if I didn't or would I seem ignorant... Either way I helped! The next day I stood by the stop sign waiting for him. We decided to meet there every morning. We would walk together to school. By the first three weeks we would be quiet. We didn't talk much. By the next few weeks we talked more.

I always seemed to be embarrassed. Why wouldn't I be. I mean a boy was my bestfriend... Usually in society it's a girl that's bestfriends with another girl. Bleh, I didn't mind. Or did I?

Anyways, on his first day everyone seemed to love him. How did he do it? All the boys thought he was cool, all the girls thought he was dazzling and charming. Anything I do gets ruined. I've tried talking to boys. It never works out, if I talked to girls they would think I was a wannabe. Damn society doesn't make sense at all. I noticed he was smart, oh who am I kidding? HE wasn't... My homeroom teacher told me to tutor him. I was alright with that. By the next day, he changed. We didn't talk much that day. Because he was so busy being a trouble maker. Wow...

Ian was weird, nocturnal almost. He was loud, he was the opposite of me. I was quiet. I was calm, he was an adventurer. He didn't mind people hating on him. I did, I cared so much.