Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I stared at the clock as the needles took an eternity to slide to 2:45. When I could get out of school. After about an aeon the bell rang loudly and I rushed out of my seat.
As my street approached my feet moved faster unconsciously. My heart did an embarrassing skip when I saw the mop of messy brown hair and the golden dog. Relief had made my legs weak and slumped on the step next to him ready to blurt out the apology I had prepared in my head about a hundred times.
"Julian I am-"
"What do you look like?" I had to say I was caught off guard with that question.
"What?" He turned his head towards me.
"What do you look like Hazel Walker?"
"No, I got your question." I replied quickly. "I just wanted to apologise first."
"Yeah apology accepted now answer my question."
"I really don't know how to do this. I can't do it." Something was building up inside me. Was it anger or frustration, I didn't know.
"I have brown hair and brown eyes and I don't know what else to say." My voice was rising. "I can't do it." I felt the threat of tears. "It frustrates me so much." I was feeling this sudden burst of overwhelming emotions.
"Julian you deserve to see this world as much as I do. You deserve to see every sunset every single day. You deserve to see yourself, your mom, your dog or whatever." Words were pouring out of my mouth and I couldn't control them. "You don't deserve to listen to my half hearted sucky descriptions of this stupid world. I hate that I just said all that and rubbed it in your face."
His face had no expression but slowly lips curved into a smile.
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Colour Me | ✓
Short StoryHazel Walker was never good at describing things. She failed at capturing the magic of life into words. But in a mysterious change of events she finds herself searching for every single word in the English language to describe to a boy a world he ca...
