Crude Mistakes

Chapter 2

It was a Monday morning, the sun was barely hanging in the sky. Dark sinister clouds threatened the town that rain was about to make her grand entrance, feeling an all time sadness that surrounded my soul, i prepared for my daily journey to the ever lovable place called school.
As i entered the gates a cold dreary feeling weighted upon my shoulders preparing me for my fate as i made my way to my locker. As i opened my locker getting my books for my first class Economics, i heard an ever familiar laugh that caused every muscle in my body to go tense. It was them, the three blind mice..the queen and her faithful servants, they were coming my way. Today i was feeling too down to await my daily torture so i took a huge step..i choose to run, i ran i ran i ran as far as i could, all the way up the stairs to my class. I heard them calling my name in their little sing song voices, it was too late now, the had already spotted me. I was lucky enough to have made it to my class on time for the first time in a long time...ever since it started... Ever since...they started.

3:00pm

I was on my way to the school library to collect some books for an assignment when i bumped into someone and fell. Having being scared of everything and everyone i was afraid to look up at the person at the thought of enduring some sought of torture. After cowering away in fear for what seemed like eternity i heard a voice, "umm hey, are you okay😟" he said, barely above a whisper. I was not familiar with this foreign voice so i took a brave effort to look up and see who the person was.

It was a tall, handsome teenage boy who looked no more than 17. He had well defined facial features that stood out especially his forest green eyes and extra sharp cheekbones that made him look like a model. His plump pink lips moved with grace as his words flowed like honey adding sweetness to my ears. He was a god😶.
After snapping out of my sudden daze i realized he was speaking to me, he stood with his hand outstretched to mine waiting for me to take hold. I gladly accepted his hand and quickly fumbled to my feet. As i was lost for words, he quickly took one of my journals and a pen and wrote his name and number along with the message, text me. He gave me a quick smile before heading on his way.
I stood there dumbfounded but quickly regained my consciousness and headed towards the library.

In all honesty, today had been one of the best days in my life and it actually brought a smile upon my sickly face and i actually felt a small flame ignite within me....one that had bin put out many many years ago.

-Macy Wilms