The Godly Encounter

iii

There he was.

      Perfection standing at the door, not bothering to acknowledge anybody's existence in the room.

      I quickly hide my face while the tall, brunette boy walks past to take his seat next to his friend, Jay.

      Jay is athletic, I would say jock but not those cocky ones as I would assume. He is someone who I would be scared to hang out with. Although he looked nice and polite, my bravery was little and could never talk to new people that were not in my grade.

      I look up at the brunette that had seated himself across the room from me, a black long sleeve, black jeans and an attractive smile that can melt any heart that finds it's way to view it.

      A part of me wants him to notice me but the other, don't notice me at all. I don't want to embarrass myself due to my awkwardness.

      I turn my head to the see the tall, brunette girl, I believe her name is Katherine, staring in want, of the piece of perfection sitting near her. I felt a sense it was deeper than 'want' with him, almost like they had something together.

      The teacher, Mr. Matthews then barges in and started to apologize that he is late, then continues on with class teaching us about tools around the workshop. Yuck.

      I struggle to concentrate Although I've only laid my eyes on him, the thought of 'his' presence lingers around in my head, making it's way to my heart.

      Checking my phone, it's already 3:25, I may as get my things together and leave quickly.

      I sat there waiting for the bell to ring while Mr. Matthews reminds us of the upcoming tool test we have next Wednesday.

      Waiting for the bell seemed longer, but that gave me more time to look at him, I do not know his name yet, but I'll find out eventually. 

      As the bell rang, I heard laughter coming from across the room. It was 'him' and Jay. Hiding my smile I zoomed through the door, leaving school grounds.

      As I got home, I immediately had to change into my tights and bodysuit for ballet, then out on some sweats and a hoodie, otherwise I'd be late if I sat down to take my time. Putting my hair up into a bun, I run back to the car my dad is waiting in, open the passenger door, get in and he started to drive.

      As we are on the road, brunette boy, yet again finds his way back into my head. Why am I like this?

Why is he like this?

      I take my phone out and decide to listen to music to block as much of the thought of him out. It did not help.

      Arriving in to my studio, I take my shoes off and grab my ballet slippers out from my bag and put them on. My fellow ballerinas greeted me as I joined into their conversations until class started.

      We warmed ourselves up, did exercises at the barre, floor work then our set character combo. This was our way of preparing for the examinations of ballet instructors from England to grade us. It is a big deal to everyone.

      I slowly drift off into my own little world while the instructor is giving us corrections. My world consists of a billion puppies, tons of  food, and the bru-

      "Isabelle!" My instructor shouts from the front of the room.

      I snap out of my imagination and enter reality.

"Are you okay?" My instructor asks.

  "Yes miss. I just have a lot on my mind."

      "Care to tell us what has been on your mind, since that is more important than the examination in four months."

See, important I tell you.

      'Oh yes, I was just thinking about what it would be like to not be criticized every second. I was thinking of puppies attacking me with kisses, and dancing corn dogs. Dare not I say, being with 'him'.'

"No miss, I'm sorry." I blurt out.

She nods and continues running through our exercises.

By the time class had ended, I was dizzy. Not because I didn't spot my head during the pirouettes, but because he was on my mind the entire time, constantly bringing my mindset further and further away from the exam.

I took off my ballet slippers, put on my hoodie and sweats, slid into my vans, and ran to my dad's car and went home in silence.

C'mon Isabelle, you've only met him today.
What's so special about him.

As soon as I got home, I ran upstairs and was greeted by my bed that was full of pillows, and blankets that have been waiting for me. After laying in my bed for an hour, I finally decided to prepare myself for bed.

I have school tomorrow with 'him'. Let's hope I can keep myself from thinking about him.

Once I have brushed my teeth and cleaned my face, I jumped into bed, tucked myself in, and let random thoughts run through my mind.

The problem was, all the thoughts that appeared, were him.

I don't believe in love at first sight. But aren't we attracted to looks first?

I soon fell into a deep sleep.

[A/N: I'm sorry it took me a long time to update!!!]

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