As I sat under the blossom tree in the University's quad, the breeze was filled with the scent of bitchery and teenage angst. I was trying my turn at poetry again;
Off the wall
Was once to be
Crying at night
That is me
Scared in home
Life to leave
Please God let me breathe.
Which my mom described as a misguided attempt at being different, but here I am at William Patterson majoring in creative writing, and a minor in journalism. The possible notion that I'll write the next great American novel or atleast work at a newspaper.
"You've got nice handwriting." An unfamiliar voice complimented, snapping me out of my dazed state. I looked up to see a blue eyed, shoulder length blonde haired boy smiling down at me. He had a Cobain air about him that I found attractive and off-putting at the same time.
"Thanks." I mumbled placing my hand over my scribblings.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked pointing down to the space next to me.
"The grass?" I said with a smirk, "No its free." I grabbed my back pack shifting it to my right as he shrugged out of his leather jacket, sitting beside me.
"Reyson." He announced extending his hand toward me, which I quickly grasped and shook.
"Apapane."
"Apapane?" He raised an eyebrow at me inquisitively, "Thats...pretty." He said after a moment, as if looking for the right thing to say.
"I know its weird, my dad was an ornithologist." I said solemnly thinking about my late father.
He must have noticed my sudden mood change, as he patted my knee supportively as if I was a child that just dropped their ice cream cone. "Well I think its a beautiful name, to go along with a beautiful girl."
"Thanks." I said even though we both understood how lame that pick up was I still had the recognizable feeling of a blush forming on my cheeks.
