Her Name Was Mallory

Change

He sat in front of me, with a huge ice cream cone in one hand, and looking at me without fear of being too obvious. I kept my eyes on my cup of ice cream and continued to swirl my spoon around and around, mixing the ice cream again and again.

"Stop playing with your food, it's bad manners" he said, and I put my spoon down.

"I had never seen you before you know?" I said, and his face displayed a smile.

"That's because I don't go to your school silly" his response sounded playful, a little too playful and I could not tell whether he was telling the truth or not.

"You don't?"

"No, I'm a sophomore at Wind Valley High School. I volunteer to go over to your school to help" 

"Oh I see" I did not know what to say, therefore I stuffed my mouth with ice cream.

"Also, I'm an exchange student. Which means I'll be returning home in about a month or two"  I nodded and decided to not say anything else. I can honestly say that I had nothing to talk about with him. The rest of the time we were there he did most of the talking and he never once tried forcing me to talk to him. It was nice to have someone that did not try to force me to break out of my shell. Most of the people always wanted me to simply let loose and give my trust to someone I had only met moments ago. But this was different, he was willing to wait for me to open up to him, which was most likely not happening and it seemed like not only did he know that but he was also okay with it.

"It's almost five, I think we should get going" he announced and we stood up and left. I was not sure if he would still insist in walking me home but I would not bring it up.

"I suppose now you really are okay enough to walk home on your own. I'll let you go now" he held his fist out and I just turned around to begin my walk home.

"What? No fist bump?" he asked and I just kept on walking, it had already been enough social interaction for the day.

I did not know what to think of Abram, and the truth was that I did not want to create false expectations or ideas in my head about him. After today it would as if it never happened. I would simply remember this as that one time I accompanied a guy to get ice creams because of his good act of the day. Because in the end, girls like me never get guys like him.

It was a good thing that mom had not gotten home yet. I knew trouble would be waiting for me if she was home before I was. Mother had never been strict, at least not until Elijah decided to give me a gift, which was my scar.

My scar... I had forgotten about it for a while. I rolled up my sleeve and ran my fingers across it, the way I had done it many times. For some odd reason, I liked it now. It was almost beautiful. I simply liked the way it would remind me that I would somehow become stronger. In the past all I had ever known was gray and dark. My past was a mixture of dark skies and a deep ocean of thoughts in which I would drown day after day. All the events that had occurred in Seattle had clogged up my mind. Being here however, was pleasant. Not because of the people, I was still trying my best to avoid everyone at all costs. Yet just being alone, having this time for myself to heal and to regain strength was something quite splendid. This was the first time in awhile that I was not upset remembering all the things Elijah had put me through. I suppose Colorado was my rehab center, in a way. I could not wait to change and remove all the darkness in my soul. I was beyond ready to start a new stage in my life, and that would begin...

Now.