Short Stories

Blue Eyes

        Finally, the school bell rang, signaling that the seemingly never-ending Thursday was over.  I started to pack my bag, trying to stuff my trig binder into it, even though it never seemed to fit. Deciding that it would be easier to just carry my binder, I started to walk towards the door but I didn't make it far when someone knocked me over. If only my binder had fit into my bag, maybe I wouldn't be falling right now. If only that stupid binder was smaller, maybe I wouldn't have to watch the floor approaching it in horror. If only—

            Suddenly, my overly dramatic thoughts were cut off by someone's arms stopping my fall. I looked up and met a pair of unfamiliar ocean blue eyes. But just as quickly as I'd seen them, they disappeared, and the boy was gone, not even giving me a chance to say thank you. I wonder who that mysterious blue-eyed guy is; I've never seen him before. Maybe I should ask Lexie if she knows him.

            "Emma!!" someone called my named. As I finally walked out of the trig room I saw that, coincidently, it was Lexie. "What took you so long? I've been waiting for you for like forever!" My best friend complained to me. We've known each other for eight years and have always been really close. Lexie has long and wavy, medium brown hair that suits her tall figure well.  Her light brown eyes are always warm and a bit scrunched because of her constant smile.

        "If by forever you mean three minutes, then I'm so terribly sorry you had to wait for 'forever'." I replied, faking sincerity. "Hey, have you met any of the new students that transferred this year?" I asked Lexie.

        "I'm not sure, why? Got your eyes on someone?" She says while wiggling her eyebrows in a way that I can only assume she thinks is seductive. Rolling my eyes I said, "No, it's just that I bumped into this guy in the hall, he has blue eyes, kinda tall? Ring any bells? And I was wondering if he was in our grade."

            Since Lexie and I carpooled to school today, like we always do on Thursdays, I drove her home and then went home myself. After making some dinner that consisted of a gourmet microwavable meal, I walk up to my room and started my homework. My parents came home late from work, like they always do during the week, and came upstairs to check on me.

        "Emma? We're home!" My mother yells while clumping up the stairs.

        "Okay! Just finishing up my homework!" I yell back, failing to notice that both my mom and dad were already at my door.

        "How was school today?" my father asks.

        "Like every other day." I reply with a smile. This was something we did everyday when they came home from work.

        I love having routines in my life; they let me know that everything was normal. Another routine we have is that every morning, since I hate alarm clocks, my mother will let our dog into my room to wake me up. This always gives me a happy start to the day and sometimes, I think I'm anticipating my doggy's kisses upon my face before I even wake up, if that makes any sense.

        By the time I finish all of my homework it's around 11:30. I get ready for bed, read a little bit, and go to sleep.

        I can feel myself waking up, but I don't sense my dog in the room. Confused, I sit up and look at my clock. It reads 6:30. That's when I usually wake up, so that's not weird, but why didn't my dog wake me up this morning? Not thinking too much of it, I go through my mornings like I would any other day.  Since I drove Lexie yesterday, one of our other friends is going to drive her today, giving me some extra time this morning. I guess I can make myself some breakfast and maybe see how my parents have been.