“You are such a downer!”
I look to up from my paper which is covered with my imagination as I wait for class to start. I look at the two girls standing by the boy ahead of me who always sits staring at nothing but the front of the classroom. I quickly stare down at the doodles on my paper not wanting to get involved.
“Say something, anything?” I glance up and see the blonde girl nudge him in the head.
“He is just an idiot!” The brunette girl laughs and walks away back to her seat near the front of the classroom.
He continues staring ahead like he didn't hear nothing at all. In his little world of sorrow. His name? Nobody knows his name, but I call him The Melancholy Prince. He speaks very little, but when he does, it is something not so bright, that is why he is the Melancholy Prince in my imagination. He only stares ahead or out the window of this loud classroom. He speaks to no human being, he’s just a Melancholy Prince, happy in his own little world of his. Is he happy? That doesn't matter, right? He must be comfortable in his own little world, with only his business … right?
I suddenly escape my thoughts and realize I dropped my pencil. I watch it roll and stop two seats ahead. I sigh as I get up from my seat to grab my pencil. At least it didn't go under the Melancholy Prince’s seat. That would have been awkward. I pick up my pencil and take a small glance at the Melancholy Prince. His blank face staring at me. I quickly look away and go quickly back to my seat. I stare at my paper not wanting others to notice my red face of embarrassment.
“W … What is your name?” I hear a quiet nervous voice. I look up shocked of what my ears are processing. The Melancholy Prince spoke, but yet he still faces the front staring at nothing. I open my mouth to say something but my face still as red as those cherries trees of my parent’s friends house as I take my journey home.
“I … I” I stutter still in shock and embarrassment “M...My name is Helios” I quickly say stuttering. I panic thinking to myself “H-He must think i’m scared, or embarrassed.” I accidently mutter to myself. I look up in fear, he must have heard me. I panic in my head my face turning more shades of red and embarrassment.
“I do not think that.” He says in his quiet voice still looking ahead. “Helios? Correct?”
I nod, he probably can't even see me, he still stares ahead at the front of the classroom.
“It’s unique.” He finally says sensing that I nodded in response. That was the end of this awkward and short conversation. I slap myself eternally, I acted so stupid.
“How are ya, Helios!” I suddenly get slapped on the back as I hear my obnoxious friend’s voice. I turn around facing Eric with my deep cherry red face.
“Why did you do that?!” I stare at him annoyed and embarrassed now that everyone currently occupying the classroom staring at us except for the Melancholy Prince who always and forever never takes his eyes off the front of the classroom.
“My heart …” Eric collapses in his seat pretending to be heart broken “I thought we were friends … traitor!” He lays his head in his arms clearly fake crying.
I roll my eyes and turn to paper and continue doodling my imagination ignoring Eric’s usual obnoxious antics he does every school day.
He sits up annoyed “Meanie, what if I was actually heartbroken” He leans on his seat crossing his arms staring ahead avoiding me.
“I am sorry” I say still drawing on my paper
“Yeah you are!” He laughs loudly and wraps an arm around my neck.
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Melancholy Prince
Teen FictionHe stares ahead like he is soulless. His blank expression and minimum words. Yet those minimum words aren't so bright .... Who is this Melancholy boy in the desk in front of me? No one acts like this, no one can beat him. But what is his name? I am...
