Love, Aspen

Liquid Gold

It had been almost a week since I had first seen him. Not knowing his name I would call him "liquid gold" in my head, because of the colors of his eyes that had first captured my attention. Not that I was constantly thinking about him, I had not even met him, but when i did think about him that's what he would be in my head. 

I was on my way to orientation. There I would see the people that I would spend the next four years with   . The nerves ate me from  the inside out. What if I never made any new friends? What if I'm universally hated? I planned every last detail out to myself, of what to do, what to wear, what smile to put on. I looked at my tan trench coat and my brown combat boots through our full-body mirror. I looked like an explorer, and in someways I was. I was exploring this new country, these new people. Deep breaths, deep breaths, i would whisper to myself to calm my racing heart. We're all going into this new school together right? 

When I opened the heavy double glass doors that led into the wide beige room they called the "fellowship hall" my heart dropped. Around 100 people all in this big area laughing talking to each other. They knew each other. I was just another outcast. With a heavy sigh I smashed my glasses in my face and turned the toes of my boots towards each other looking down in disappointment.

"Aspen Jabcobsen?" Startled I looked up. A very handsome boy was in front of me, he had the face of a hollister model. 

"Yes?" I said nervously.

"You're sitting at this table." I slowly walked over to the very back table where there sat a gorgeous girl, she had long, perfect, shiny, blonde hair. Across the table there was a boy, around 15, he was very skinny with a plaid collor shirt. His thick glasses extenuated his overly-grown eyebrows.

" Hi I'm Hope!" said the pretty girl. 

"Aspen." and we shook hands, but then the Hollister model sat next to us and she spent the whole time talking to him, while I sat there awkwardly eating my salad. I attempted making small talk with the boy across the table. The most I got out of him, however was his name, Alan. This was going dreadfully, I had no friends, no acquaintances, not even a familiar face.

Without any notice we were all being ushered to our assigned lockers. Mine was at the very end of the rows at the top. In the midst of trying to figure out how to unlock my locker, I heard rapid giggles and hushed voices. Looking down I saw to girls, one was short with bleach blonde hair and rectangular glasses, the other had dark brown skin and long jet black hair. They whispered and giggled, they stuck next to each other as if they were glued together. Secretly envying them, I told myself to watch out for them. Concentrating on my locker, I smelled the familiar smell of axe when I looked up there he was next to my locker. 

"Hi I'm Tyler. I'm a freshman too. Whats your name?" his eyes met mine and I was taken aback for a second as if the wind had been knocked out of me. 

"I.... I.... I'm Aspen" I said catching my breathe. He truly was good looking, and his eyes truly did look like liquid gold.

~Love, Aspen