33 Days To Live (Under Revision)

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Its funny how you can look at person for the first time more then once. The first time you see them as a stranger, someone you weren't planning on meeting but did. People call that moment the first impression.

After you meet them for the first time, it can go one of two ways. The first, more pleasant way being you both have a lovely conversation where you learn about them and end up asking for their number. The second way is an awkward, tense conversation and the hope they would go away soon.

That was how I felt when I first met Lucy, but now after seeing her walk towards her locker and knowing so much about her not even her family knew--it was hard to slap a label on the feeling. It made me feel like I was looking at her again for the first time, because she was a completely different person to me now.

"Ben, Ben, Ben stop staring and go up to her before we lose her." Andrew urged with a frantic whisper and I was knocked out of my daze with a sharp intake of breath. I hoped my plan worked to some extent.

Cautiously then, I approached the locker, ready to drop the pick up line like a pro but the moment she looked up at me I went blank.

"Can I help you?" She asked coarsely. I wasn't sure if her tone meant that she recognized me or not. Whether she did or not though I was going to go for the pick up line, maybe it'd make her lighten up.

"I'm sorry for staring I just can't help but marvel at what a work of art you are," I said before offering my biggest smile. At first it seemed like she was going to react positively but instead she slammed her locker shut and shoved past me silently.

Not even a smile.

There was no way she was getting away that easy.

"Hey, c'mon. If you don't like that one I've got another!" I called after her as I quickly followed her down the hall. "And if pick up lines aren't your thing I know a couple of magic tricks." I informed.

Still though her lips were unmoving as she picked up her pace. I wasn't going to let her walk away, that'd go against the mission, so instead I continued to follow her.

"And if magic tricks aren't your thing I've got plenty of jokes. I learned them from those joke books they sell at middle school fairs."

I wasn't sure why I had to give her that much information but I needed to get this girl to open up to having a conversation with me and I was going to follow her straight into her homeroom if that was what it took.

"Okay. So I guess you aren't into that then. Mind telling me what you are in to then?" I tried, even though I already kind of knew.

Still though no response.

This was frustrating.

Andrew probably was thinking that I was an idiot right now as he walked to his homeroom, but sometimes you had to do stupid things to get noticed. I was going to have to go about this differently.

"I guess silence is your thing then." I sighed.

"Very well, silence shall be my approach."

With that being said, I then became quiet. I wish she had wrote a warning in her journal that she wasn't going to talk to anyone that approached her.

I was debating apologizing for the bathroom situation but I felt like this wasn't the right moment. So there I was, walking silently next to a girl that in the matter of forty-eight hours became my only concern.

Maybe it would've been easier to mention the journal and talk her out of it, but I think this method was better. When we got to the homeroom, I skipped a step ahead of her and opened the door for her.