Skylar

Chapter One

Tuesday September Thirteenth.
People streamed into the classroom, the bell the other contestant in the race.  I sat down quietly, pulling my book out of my bag immediately.  I hated math with a passion.  A burning hatred for numbers had always stuck close by me.  I would much rather dream of words, so many of them little pockets of creativity.
      The clacking of heels warned me of the teacher and I put my book down begrudgingly.  I slouched against my chair as we dove into quadratic equations. The lesson seemed to drag on much more than the period should have allowed.
      I believe it was my lack of interest that led me to hear her first.  The sound of shoes outside of the classroom, the door handle clicking as it turned, and there she was. 
      As the door burst open, I caught sight of her long brown hair, her heart-like face, the splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.  She wore a loose T-shirt, the design on the front now forgotten. But oh I wish I could remember. Wish I could remember more about her. Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, and I remember they were brown. 
      What I didn't realize then, was the specks of gold they contained, dancing around as she did. The way they saw everything, and the way they made me happy.  The way she made me happy.
      Skylar walked briskly into the room, not an ounce of fear on her face as she made her way through the desks to the front.  She handed a yellow note to the teacher, who looked at it for only a moment.
      She seemed so confident, but not in a way that made me think she was full of herself.  I found myself more interested in her than I wanted to be. 
      The teacher gestured to a desk, two away from mine.  I found myself watching as she sat down, a pencil in hand.  That was the first time I saw her.  I hadn't met her, we hadn't exchanged any words, but still, from that point, I couldn't get her out of my head. It was almost like I didn't want to.