Found

New Places, New Faces.

The sound of chalk scraping across a chalkboard, the sent of dust lingered in the air. A spring breeze drafting cherry blossom petals down onto a hardwood table like winters first snowflake. The spring sunlight beaming down onto his face. Our eyes met, that is when my world began to change.

"This is Monika, she's a forgien extange student from England. I hope you all treat her nicely." My teacher introduced me, my expression blank as paper. He wrote my name on the chalkboard white fragments of dust drifted down onto the wooden slab below the board with every scribed word. He then turned around facing the entire class, his eyes shifting from face to face deciding where to place me. After a short while his sharp glance fixed on an empty chair.

By the window, there a boy sat. Seemingly in a world of his own as 
he eyed the outside scenery. It had looked as if he was yearning to be there and not here, anywhere but here. My new teacher had pointed to the two person table at the back instructing me to sit next to the boy.

He had beautiful forest green eyes, short brown hair long enough for the gentle breeze to draft it in his face. His skin was pale snow, soft and delicate. He seemed gentle, an angel prehaps.. I silently approached him, my dark, dull eyes shifting around to my now classmates. They were looking at me, judging me. However, I have now become void of emotion. I'm a shell of a human being. Just empty.

As I approached him, he had seemed to have snapped out of his false reality, now aware of my presence. His head lifted from the palm it was rested upon, looking at me as if we were the only two people in the world . Then, our eyes met. A flash came over me as if something had just clicked, changed even. I paused staring at him my chest now thumping as if he had given me a new lease of life

What is this feeling called again...?