Blue Lily

Opposites attract

School was a bore, everything about it was a bore. The people, the subjects, the way it made me feel.

I've always hated working with other students in group activities but something about this time, was different. 

There was this guy, he was different, in a nice way. He sat opposite me, his veiny hands fiddled with small pieces of paper, as if he was nervous. I hadn't noticed him before, but he was different, he seemed vulnerable. The small curls just covered his eyebrows, and the top of his ears, his eyes were dark blue and his face was freckly. 

I tried imagining what he was thinking, every now and then he'd look at me, smile and look back down. I frowned at him everytime he did so, not because he aggitated me, but because I wondered about him. 

"I'm setting you a task to complete over summer, it's different but I'd like you to work in pairs, and no, I'm not letting you choose who you work with, I'll pick." our lovely English teacher shouted. He did it again, looked at me looking down, he turned his head towards the window, and whilst still looking at him, I noticed a plastic contraption in his ear. The poor boy was deaf. I couldn't imagine how difficult that'd be, day in and day out.

"All your names are in a hat, one by one I'll bring you up to the front of the class and tell you who your working with."  Slowly she called us up name after name.I waited and waited until my name slowly creeped out her mouth.

"Lily, your up" she grinned at me in a sarcastic way, "Your going to be working with Mikey, Mikey Keator" I glanced at all the brats in my English class trying to pick out someone who looked like a 'Mikey Keator' everyone looked at me and the only person looking down was the deaf guy. Thats when it clicked, the guy who looked so clueless, who looked so lonely was going to be my partner for the next 8 weeks. There was something, something about him that left me feeling warm, and tingly.

I sat back down in my seat, to find a small crumpled piece of paper on the edge of my desk. I opened the paper, it read 'I've seen your scars, I don't know why you do it to yourself, your pretty, and your not much different from me' I frowned and looked up. Mikey, the guy I liked to call 'The Deaf Guy' looked deep into my eyes, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. So of course it had to be him, that compared himself to me, and somehow we were quite similar.