The Boy With Flowers

twenty three.

the next couple of weeks seemed to pass on by quickly

this year winter was at its worst

snow piled up to about five inches

with it being so cold, kids huddled together as they rushed for the doors

I too was cold but it was nice

it was nice to feel the chilly air slowly crawl up your body

I looked around, waiting for a certain brown haired boy

but he never came

the rest of the day my head was filled with thoughts

thoughts of him

where was he? did something happen? is he sick?

I was so deep in thought that it was soon the end of the day

with the bell ringing and kids running out of the classroom

I slowly packed my bag and started to walk out when the teacher stopped me

"axel wasn't here today, would you mind dropping of his homework?"

I stared wide-eyed at her not knowing what to say, I simply nodded my head

with a bright smile, I was handed a folder which contained the homework

suddenly a thought occurred to me

"I don't know where he lives"

the teacher nodded and quickly scribbled something on a sticky note 

and handed it to me

it was his address