cordelia

01

03 september 2009

there wasn't much to this day, nothing remarkable enough to spark interest in the thousands of millions of billions of lives starting and ending and moving through the motions.

for me, it was a half-shit day.

i passed by world history exam with an astounding 71, and, as usual, greg and his gang of fucking brainless cheerios made their mark on my body, leaving me on the ground after sixth period with a split lip and swelling cheek. also, my older brother, jonathan, had willingly decided to pick me up from school instead of letting me walk through the murky drizzle of rain (and while it was awkward since he barely spoke to me or took notice of my bruises, it was progress). 

actually, it wasn't a half-shit day. because, despite my pain and almost failing exam grade and my troubles with jonathan, only one thing made up for it all.

today was the day cordelia evans looked me in the eye.

of course, to everyone at my school, that was the one thing people wanted to avoid at all costs, but i savored every moment of it.

cordelia caught my eye in english class. i had heard rumors flying around that the only way to survive in this school was to do one thing: stay far, far away from the oncoming disaster that was cordelia evans. 

however, i couldn't help myself. i was too curious. 

and, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

because, staring into cordelia's amber eyes that swirled around like rich whiskey and held this unreasonable amount of pure, unadultered sadness, felt like a trainwreck.

no, her eyes were a trainwreck.

and i got lost in its headlights.

however, the moment lasted no longer than it had originally started. she had glanced away and i was released from this tight hold.

but there was no denying it:

god, i was bounded to the tracks now.