Look towards the Sky (BxB)

April 16th, 2008

Days at Inland High always seemed to be drawn out. I would often find myself spending the day gazing out of the window, locking my brain and therefor myself away from the other children. It's not that I didn't pay attention during class, I just found that I didn't like being the center of attention. I didn't find it easy to communicate to other people. The teachers seemed to think it was just me being shy. I'm sure now that it was something much much deeper.

The sky wasn't totally clear that day, there were few clouds spotting the sky that I remember so well. It was still early morning, so everybody else was taking their chosen seats. I made my way to my little corner, to sit down by the window, same as every other day. After everyone got settled, we saw our teacher come in, with a short boy holding her hand. He seemed almost too small to be in our grade.

The first thing my eyes were drawn to, was his hair. It shone a bright red almost like flames on an autumn night. Or perhaps it was like the red of the maple leaves, preparing to drift down. My gaze traveled downward, taking in everything. There were his eyes, the greenest I had ever seen. After a while of seeing the same people day after day everything seems to take on a grey hue. So when I saw this boy, with eyes like emeralds, I was entranced.

He wasn't the skinniest kid, I noticed. He still seemed to have a few extra pounds, making him a little chubby. His lips weren't too full, but neither were they thin. He always appeared to be in a state of happiness, flashing his grin to numerous students around the room. Our teacher, Mrs. White calmed us down and began to speak "Children, today we have a new student. He moved here all the way from Nevada, so treat him well alright?" She gave us one of her soft smiles. She had become famous for those smiles, reminding the children here of the mothers that they had waiting for them back home.

We all nodded and in unison said "Yes, Mrs. White." Mrs. White glanced over at the new boy, her smile ever present on her face, and asked him if he would tell us his name, and a little bit about him. He nodded quickly, and turned back to us with another of one his grins. Speaking out quickly, with his words rushed, he said "Hey guys! My name is Simon. I came from a small town in Nevada called Glenbrook. I live with my mommy, and my big brother Alexander. He's in the 10th grade already!" He flashed us another of his brilliant smiles, and I was stunned. How could a boy that i've never even met, make me want to keep my eyes on him like this? He seems like a nice boy. Perhaps...just maybe we could.. I found myself shaking my head, my eyes wide. What was I thinking? I almost thought for a moment we could be..friends.

I averted my gaze and stared out the window as per normal to get my mind off of him, while he continued speaking for another minute or two. I zoned out, but quickly snapped into reality when I heard Mrs. White say "It seems the only open seat is by Jake, so you can take the seat by him." I shot her a muted glare as the boy with the brilliant smile came and sat down beside me, becoming the only other student at my table.

Mrs. White moved on to begin the day and started with english, writing sentences down on the board and having us copy them down. I remained still, my pencil beside my empty paper, while he was concentrated on his pencil, which furiously danced across his paper. I didn't pay attention to what he was doing, but I got a little surprise when a piece of paper other than my own made its way in front of me. I looked over at him quizzically, but he was back to writing down the lesson.

I looked down at the piece of paper, and came to the conclusion that I had to open it, by obligation only, of course. I reached forward, and opened the piece of paper, only to be surprised further. Written on the piece of paper, in beautiful cursive was Why is it that the clouds, as beautiful as they are dance so far from our fingertips? I did not expect someone of his age.. our age I mentally corrected myself, to write something like this. I looked over at him, and took a moment before deciding that I would reply. I wrote down on a piece of paper with my messy blocky handwriting, Because our tainted existence must never interfere with theirs, so that their beauty is not lost. I quickly and quietly slipped the paper over to him, and began writing down the sentences on the board.