Speech of The Unspoken

Ludmilla Herrington

It felt like hours till she finally answered the door. I was stuck to my spot from where I had once knocked, waiting, wanting. The girl who I had very much come to known over the past few months, stared at me straight in the eyes, as if I was to move would mean I would disappear. She was confused I gave her no warning I just asked for her address earlier this morning. It explains the mess that she calls her hair but nonetheless, it screamed Ludmilla.
"Ludmilla," I said hoping she would allow us to hang out for a few hours.

"Yes Rye," Why did she have to be so sassy today? I'm trying to be nice.

" Can you come over? We're just going to be hanging out, nothing more nothing less. Or do you want to hang out here?"

She turned and looked back at her front door contemplating. By the looks of it, she wanted to escape, like she was trapped here her whole life. What went on this house that she possibly didn't want anyone to know? When she turned back to me and walked right past me heading towards the direction of my car. She made her choice.
I couldn't help but turned back to her door, the temptation to turn the door handle to see what laid behind those doors. The house Ludmilla lived in apparently wasn't a home for her. She just walked away. No goodbye to her parents, no going back inside, no offer.
I've known Ludmilla since the first day of school my sophomore year. She's a junior, a year older, a year wiser. Always alone and by herself. I've heard stories about how she used to be popular, and the next thing I know, she's not. Like her friends hated her and finally just dumped her off on the side of the road. The Ludmilla that I know though, doesn't deserve any of that. How could someone like her have nobody but three people in her life who care for her?
She's told me about how people in her first class of her day were having parties left and right but she was never invited. Everyone but her. I told her that they don't know what they just lost. She just replies with how she doesn't know herself and that she wouldn't want to be friends with her either.
Good thing I'm stubborn and don't listen to what other people say. I knows she's broken. A mystery that's hidden from view even in plain sight. Her grey eyes hold beauty and pain. Her brown hair screams look at me, even though it's dull. Her pale skin makes her stick out like a sore thumb wherever she goes. She's always carrying a book and if you were to go through that book you would see pages highlighted and you wouldn't be able to understand unless if you knew her.
"Rye, the door is locked. Can you please open it?"
" Yeah, I'll be right there in a second." I turn around and start walking towards her. Since the time I had been looking at the door, she had pulled up her hair. Even though she had no idea what I was thinking she blushed and looked away.
I unlocked my car and got in. I didn't even notice what she was wearing. She must have been freezing in her shirt and shorts. I reached in the backseat and grabbed the blanket and her legs with it before I got settled in. She froze at my actions and looked at the dash. The blush that was barely there was now thriving, a deep pink tinted her cheeks and a small smile graced her face. I don't know, but I wanted to see that smile more often because it made me happy.
"Ludmilla," I whispered hoping she would turn her face. She never did.

"Yes Rye,"

"Look at me, please."

"Why?"

"Because I've never seen you smile before," I paused for a moment to realize what I had just said. It makes me sound creepy but I really don't care at the moment, "I think you should smile more, it's a good look on you."
"How would you know what looks good on my face? It is my face after all," she questioned quizzically, finally turning her face towards mine. Our faces we're close, but to me not close enough. I could smell the cinnamon gum she was chewing, it made her smell like she was apart of fall herself.
"I don't know you well enough to answer that question, but your smile is something that you shouldn't give up," I finally turned back around in my seat and buckled my seat belt. I put the car in drive and we left, leaving the house that held so many secrets behind.