Letting Go

Chapter 2

I didn't realize four days had passed until I heard my alarm go off at six o'clock in the morning. Yawning, I reluctantly got out my bed and immediately went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once reaching the bathroom, the tiles on the floor felt cold under my bare feet. I stepped on the soft, little white carpet in front of the sink. Picking up my toothbrush and putting a little bit of toothpaste, I looked at the black sheets in front of me. All I could do is stare at the black sheets covering my mirror. There have been moments where I've wanted to just rip off the sheets and take a good look at myself in the mirror.. but I just never had the courage to do so. I highly doubt I will in the future either, the last time I looked at myself in the mirror was when I was in the sixth grade. It's been five years since then.

After doing my mini mourning routine, I just put on a bra under my shirt and put on some black sneakers, keeping on what slept in a few nights ago. I made my bed and put my hair up in a bun not knowing if it looked good or not. It's the beginning of September, my first day going to school as a junior. Most people would either be excited or nervous, but I just wanted to get this day over with.

My dad wasn't home, as usual, so there was no need for me to make anything special for breakfast today. I grabbed an apple from off the kitchen counter and my book-bag from the breakfast chairs at the counter and swung one strap over my shoulder. Exiting my apartment and making sure to lock the door behind me, I made my way towards the elevator. The doors opened and I step inside. I pressed the button that will take me to the lobby and I watched as the doors closed. Day one... but just as the doors were near closing, someone jammed their hand right in between. That must've hurt.

The doors open and a very tall, very radiant, but out of breath guy stood right in front of the elevators. He jumped inside, causing the elevator to move, and moved his arms in a way motioning the elevator to close. (Which it did). I looked at him and examined his appearance. He had messy light brown hair that somehow looked quite stylish on him, he was wearing a dark brown long-sleeved shirt with jeans and some brown sneakers to match with his shirt. When looking up to see his face, he was staring at me. I should have looked away, but his eyebrows were all that I can look at. They were really nice and clean looking for a guy.

"Good morning neighbor. Thanks for holding the door for me" he grinned.

He has nice teeth too.

He continued to look at me and most likely waiting for a response. Instead, I turned my body away from him and made my focus on the door ignoring him.

"Hey neighbor, how old are you?" He asked.

None of your business.

He continued to ask me unnecessary questions, "Are you on your way to school? Can we walk together? You look like you're in high school."

I am.

"Are not going to respond to me?" His grin turned bigger.

The door opened and I immediately got out of the elevator speed walking as fast as I can. I heard footsteps behind me, I knew he was trying to catch up. Pushing my way out the main entrance of the building I started heading in the direction of the school.

"Neeeiigghhbboorrrrr!!" he sang very loudly, almost opera-like, then grabbed my hand and twirled me around so I would face him. Um.. what. I looked up at him glaring and shoved him off of me. His grin turned impossibly bigger and it was starting to look creepy.

"Sorry about that neighbor," he laughed, "I'm Elson. If you didn't know, I live on the same floor as you."

No shit.

"So, I know for a fact that you go to the high school."

No, you don't.

"Aandd, I would really like it if you would walk with me on my first day of school."

All I did was look up at him. He's not serious right... I turned back in the direction of the school and began walking. I heard his footsteps from behind me and I knew he was probably grinning.

"I'm taking this as a yes." He jumped right next to me and started rambling about how excited he was about starting school.

As we were walking I found out from all his rambling that he and his parents are originally from Korea and they moved to the States when he was four. He's fluent in three languages; Korean, English, and Romanian, he's a junior, just turned seventeen a few days ago, both his mom and dad are still together, and his favorite color is blue. After a long thirty minutes, we were finally in front of the school. Suddenly, Elson was in front of me with his legs spread apart and his arms out.

"Hey neighbor," he grinned, "can I borrow your phone? I need let my mom know I made it on time."

I raised an eyebrow at him, is he serious right now... In response, he held up his hand waiting for me to hand him my phone. Sighing, I pulled out my phone from my sweatpants pocket, unlocked it and placed it in his hand. After a few moments a ding that was most definitely not from my phone popped up and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He wasn't serious. Grinning once again, he gave me back my phone and walked up the steps to the school.

"See you around neighbor!" Waving at me with his back turned, he entered the building.

Looking down at my phone I realized that he didn't actually text his mother. Instead, he added himself in my contacts and messaged himself.

Elson: Thanks neighbor.

What...