Love is an amazing and easy thing. When you're confident and likeable, and know all the right things to say.
How about...
When you're insecure?
The new girl in a totally new environment?
Know absolutely NOTHING about love?
That just makes it harder...
I was new to this place. Just moved all the way from the UK, to Canada for my mom's new job and for me, a better school to study my Art & Photography in more depth, along with my other subjects.
I wandered what the school would be like- i honestly wasn't really looking forward to it as my lack of knowledge of being 'The New Kid' isn't great and I'm no the most confident person either. Great for me, right?
"Aisha! Get out of the car! Come and help me get the stuff into the house! We need to start unpacking-"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My mom was calling me, but I was frozen, my eyes fixed on the boy crossing the road and walking away from me- he hadn't seen me but I'd definitely seen him.
Although i couldn't make out his face properly, there was something that left my eyes fixated to him; his thick mop of curls, very dark brown, almost black, his tall, lean figure, dressed in a blue t-shirt, jeans and a pair of lovingly worn and slightly battered vans...
"AISHA! Stop daydreaming! Come and help me already!"
And back to reality.
I blinked for a second, breaking out of my hypnotic trance and the boy had disappeared, almost as if he wasn't even there in the first place. Almost.
Then i dragged myself over to the moving van and started to unload some of the boxes, my mind fixated on the boy I was sure I had seen. There was just something about him, i couldn't quite understand, that lured me to him... but whatever. I was always imagining things, especially people, figments of my imagination...
