Matt
Wandering around aimlessly is something that's extremely boring. Especially when you're trying to avoid anybody seeing you. I was forced to wear a baggy hoodie so that I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't want to have to explain my story to everybody - especially not today - so I had resorted to covering my face fully.
But, since I was wearing a hoodie when it was warm outside, eyes were following me wherever I went. So much for staying inconspicuous. I was terrified of being seen, and was incredibly jumpy today.
A dog suddenly barked to my right, and I leapt into the air - pretty high, if I do say so myself. You see, I used to play basketball, so I jump really high. Back to the dog, it had an evil looking gling in it's eyes, scaring me even more. Usually, I loved dogs, but this one didn't seem to have any good intentions.
Looking away, I continued to walk around. Maybe I'd be able to find something interesting to do, although I highly doubt that would be able to happen. I kept my eyes glued to the ground once I spotted a few people from school. No doubt they'd be able to recognize me due to my eye color. It was a unique blue with specks of grey that stood out anywhere. If they saw my eyes, they'd definitely be able to recognize me.
I was so lost in my thoughts of concealing my eyes that I didn't notice any of my surroundings. I didn't see the sky darkening, the cars whizzing by, or the person who was standing in front of me - the one who I ran into.
"Watch where you're going!" She exclaimed angrily at me, but I refused to meet her eyes. What if she was from school? What would happen if she recognized me? I could see her tapping her foot impatiently on the ground and could feel her glare on my head, but I still refused to look up at her.
She was getting irritated, which was why her next comment was, "Such a great day for looking at the ground huh?".
Her sarcastic tone pissed me off because, to be honest, I wasn't a fan of sarcasm being used on me. It just irked me to no end - one of my pet peeves. Which is why I made the mistake of looking up at her, irritation clearly etched onto my features. I had literally just had the worst day ever and she was sassing me? It was her funeral.
My eyes connected with her green eyes, and I instantly recognized her. Crap, she was from school and no doubt she definitely knew me judging by her shocked expression and the fact that she was gawking at me. "U-um... y-you-you're... uh," She continued to stutter, a blush slowly spreading on her cheeks.
"Spit it out," I said impatiently. My head was throbbing with a headache and I really wanted to relax, but that wasn't possible if I was stuck socializing with someone.
"You're Matt, aren't you? Your'e supposed to be dead," She blurted out, nervously fiddling with a strang of her auburn hair. I could see that she was avoiding my eyes. I'm guessing my gaze was a bit too... intense for her. I scoffed at her accusation - could she be more obvious?
"I thought so too..." I said, sticking my hands in my pockets. "But I'm a special person I guess, because I was given a second chance at life. Isn't that just amazing Cassandra? I got a second chance at a life I don't want."
She let out a sharp breath at the mention of her name. What, did she think I wouldn't remember? I wasn't that absentminded. At least I don't think so...
"Oh," She said awkwardly, unsure about how to respond to my extremely depressing comment. I didn't blame her though, I would have acted the same way - maybe a little bit smoother though. "Well, I'm... sorry?"
I let out a small laugh. "It's okay. No need to apologize."
"So are you even a tiny bit happy to be back?" She questioned quietly, her gentle voice full of curiosity. "I mean everybody has to have some aspects of their life that they enjoy. They can't just hate all of it."
