She exited the classroom and I followed after her. We parted ways after that, both of us going to our lockers, but I guess they were on opposite sides since she went left and I went right.
I got to my locker, took my history books, and headed to the history classroom. As I was walking I passed her, standing in front of her locker, and a small notebook fell on the ground.
I picked it up, but as it fell down, it opened, and when I looked in it I saw drawings, along with quotes all around them. I didn't recognize any of the quotes, so I assumed they may be hers, that she was the one to think of them.
But I didn't want to believe that.
The drawings on those two pages alone were small, but terrifying, showing people who bled trying to be beautiful, humanlike ghosts made of ash holding human-face masks over their faces, figures with hollow eyes who seemed sad, so sad...
But the words were even worse.
"Thanks!" - I heared a voice say to me, and I broke from my daze and looked up slowly.
I was completely sure I had the mix of shock and worry and fear on my face.
She just smiled and said - "Yeah... I don't really show that one to others much." - and then she laughed. Laughed. And it sounded so sincere...
I handed her the notebook, still out of words, for none apropriate came to mind.
"A-are you ok?" - I finally asked. Stupid, and I knew it was stupid, but at least I spoke.
She just laughed again - "Yeah, yeah... Don't worry about that." - she gestured to the notebook - "It's nothing, really, I'm fine."
The worst part was that she sounded convincing, but in the same time, it sounded a bit robotic, like it has been said so many times it has become a line known by heart. A sudden uneasiness came into me, a supressed memory.
"Do any of your friends know about it?" - I tried again.
"No, why would they? There is nothing to know." - this time, her words had a bit of a finality in them, like I shouldn't press any further.
I grew more and more worried. She obviously doesn't want people to know. Stupid. Is she really that stupid... But still I had a feeling it was smart to listen to the tone of her voice and step back for now.
"Sure." - I sighed in defeat and gave her a little smile.
She returned it, but about fifty times bigger - "Yeah... Thanks agin for picking up the notebook for me!"
"No problem."
"Well I have to go now, they will wait for me." - she said with a hint of apology in her eyes, the serious warning gaze from seconds earlier completely gone, and I got the message - "See you in class!"
"Yeah, see you." - I gave her a small wave and started to leave.
In the same time she turned to her locker again, and just as I stepped forward, I was able to see the momentary change in her eyes, as every last bit of happiness vanished from them in the last two seconds.
I started walking down the hallway, deep in my thoughts, trying not to compare her to... Then it hit me, I still didn't know her name.
I hesitated for a moment, but in the end I turned around, just to see her locking her closet and preparing to go to her friends.
It's now or never...
"Hey!" - I didn't really shout, but it was enough for her to turn, curiosity, and worry maybe, splashed on her face.
"I didn't catch your name." - her face relaxed immediantly.
"Alycia. Alycia Collins."
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In The Shadow Of Her Smile
General FictionWinner of Earth Awards 2018, in Fiction [IN PROCESS OF REWRITING AND EDITING] "To forgive does not mean to forget." When Caiden Lewis first looked Alycia Collins in the eyes, he wasn't prepared to what he would find there, nor to how it would affect...