---It's really short, but it's long overdue, so, here you go. More is to come, I promise.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry,” she gasps after colliding into me. I look up. Her eyes pour into mine. They're blue. No, not just blue. They're green as well, with grey on the edges and a hazel ring in the center of her iris. They're so beautiful I barely noticed the bold red of her sweater.
“A-ah,” my mouth opens as her eyes smile and give me an apologetic look.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t see you,” she apologizes, readjusting the backpack on her shoulders.
Of course you didn’t, I thought, why should you? I turn away, afraid to meet her gaze. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her body stiffen.
“Erm, well, bye!” she chimes while I merely shuffle away, my head down. I sulk off, ashamed and embarrassed. She acted so politely, and all I could do was gawk like a creep and waft her sweet scent. She smelled like vanilla and blossom. I swerve around to a corner in the hall just as the warning bell rings. My eyes water as my throat feels sore from humiliation. I taste blood in my mouth again. The taste makes my throat sore all the more. I spit in the nearest fountain and continue on to my class.
“Eeeew!” a girl squeals behind me, “Someone bled in the water fountain.”
“Aw, gross, dude,” a boy ahead of me, witnessing the incident, adds, looking towards me with disgust. I just shove past and the crowds disperse. The bell rings just before I enter class. I kick a nearby locker, leaving a noticable dent, before walking in the door.
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The Girl in the Red Sweater
PoesíaBoo has been on the brink of insanity since he was born. Unable to control his anger, he has become a threat to himself and others. That is, until he finds her. This girl has brought him back to earth and has shown him more than he ever thought poss...
