Stephen and Sharpies ~ Watty Awards 2012

Chapter Two

    My hands go through the box. I can’t find the second letter, somehow I managed to mix all the letter together after I grabbed the first one. These letters, they’ve made me interested. I want to know what she wants to tell me. Twenty-five letters, there’s got to be a reason.

    And she is the only one who is still my friend ever since I changed. The only one who remembers the geek with glasses… Now I don’t even know where she is, if she’s gone for a few days or forever. I wish I had her back, she was the only one who truly listened.

-Alec

    I hope you have the second Sharpie close by. I chose this Sharpie for your eyes. There’s another story to go along with this Sharpie. Each Sharpie tells a piece of the story. There’s always a story to go with every crush, every love, every day. I really hope you don’t take this wrong, these letters, I promise I’m NOT a stalker!

    Promise.

    Anyways, I went home one day during the middle of sophomore year and opened our freshman yearbook. I turned to the page with the C’s and looked for your picture. Of course it was small, but it was enough for that moment. I stared at it until your face began to fade in and out of focus; my eyes had been strained for too long. I skimmed through the yearbook some and found some sport pictures of you and then some pictures of you and your jock friends. I searched for pictures of me and realized that I’m not in any of these pictures, I was invisible. I searched through it hundreds of time and I didn’t even show up in the far background of pictures. I was nowhere to be found.

    So then I turned to the page where I found my favorite picture of you. Most Athletic, you had this huge smile, your teeth showing. You had your football jersey on and your eyes lit up so brightly. These pictures were in color so I could see your eyes clearly. They were so big! Hazel eyes, green on the outside and not just any green. Your eyes were rimmed with four-leaf clovers. Inside your clover rimmed eyes was brown. The inside was as brown as the wet soil in the middle of November. It was where the clovers got their strength to grow. I smiled when I saw them. I got to see them face-to-face a few days later.

    A few days later, like I said, was a warm day. It was a day in early September and the sun was shining. I got up for my morning jog and then showered and got dressed for the day. I ate breakfast and during the whole morning I kept thinking about you. I finally threw my purse over my shoulder and headed out the door. I had gotten my license in that first week of summer and just bought a junky, but lifesaver car only a week before.

     I turned on the ignition and looked behind me, I saw nothing. I began to back up and was in the process of turning onto the road when someone in a stupid red Hummer rushed just an inch behind my bumper. I could hear the fading honk. I turned onto the street and parked next to the curb, I had to catch my breath and slow my heart. I closed my eyes and just blanked out for a few seconds.

    Tap…Tap… I opened my eyes and you were staring into my window, I jumped. I rolled down the window. “Yes?” I tried to keep my voice from shaking; it was you, the jock of the school, talking to me, the outsider.

    “Stephen, are you okay?” You looked at me with a small worrying smile. “I saw what happened and then you parked so I thought my stupid brother hit you.”

    “Your brother? That’s the jerk who almost hit me? Yeah, I’m fine. I better get to school. Bye.” I started up the car again and began to pull forward , but I felt my hands shaking and I could feel the car jerking side to side slightly.