When He Noticed Me

Chapter 10

At some point Katherine spotted me, and I saw her ponytail swaying side to side as she skipped towards me through the thinning crowd of small, ambling bodies. The rays of sun bounced off the blonde mixed in with her butterscotch brown hair, and her pale, icey, blue-gray eyes nearly identical to mine were locked on me.

She was almost the exact opposite of me. Her eyes were pale, yes, but more of an icy blue- whilst mine were pale but more of a silvery gray. At times depending on our moods our eyes switched between a spectrum of colors, due to our eyes not really having much of a pigment at all. Her hair was lighter than mine, and a bit more straight. Her skin was lighter, and her eyes were filled to the brim with happiness and excitement, our biggest contrast.

To be honest, the only excitement I got was from painting and designing. Even then, it was more like a hideaway into the world of arts, rather than a solid feeling of excitement or happiness.

Yeah, that's probably why I have no friends. 

Katherine was almost the spitting image of Mum, but I was a female carbon copy of my father. By this thought, Katherine had finally reached me.

"Hey, Rin, how was your day?" I ask her.

"Well, I had a phone call home today but other than that, I got to draw a picture!!" She exclaims while I furrow my brows.

"Rin, why did you get a phone call home?"

"Because I had to apologize to a boy's parents."

"Why did you have to apologize to a boy's parents?" I ask, raising my brows.

"Because I refused to apologize to the boy." She states.

"And why is that?" 

"Because he didn't deserve an apology. I did." 

"Okay, but why?" I ask, trying to get to the point.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "'Cause I punched him."

I stare at her, dumbfounded.

"Why did you punch him?"

"He pulled my hair!" 

I nod my head.

"Well then, thank you for explaining it to me." I tell her softly.

"Are you mad at me..?" She asks, watching me with wide eyes.

"Of course not sweetheart, but we should get home before Mum has a chance to check the voicemail." I tell her with a grin.

I picked her up and began to walk. As we rounded the corner to our street, I noticed a paper rolled up in her small hands. 

"Is this your picture?" I tap it, as I continue to walk.

"Yeah, the teacher-aid said it's very nice!" She exclaims, unrolling it.

She holds the unfurled drawing in front of my face. You could easily see four people, pretty accurately drawn stick figures, holding hands. There was a tall blue one, a slightly shorter green one, a small pink one, medium sized purple one, and a larger orange one.

Mum. Dad. Katherine. Eveleah. Dylan.

 In fairly neat five-year-old writing, it displayed "family" at the top.

I swallowed over the lump in my throat and smile at her as she rolls it up again.

"That's a very beautiful drawing! Would you like to help me hang it up on the fridge?"

Katherine nods her head vigorously as we reach the gate to our driveway. 

"H.S.E. Two," I say, speaking into the intercom.