My Key to Outside

Connection

I didn't run inside as fast as I could this time. I had just got back from the mall.

When I got inside, I put my shopping bags on the floor and plopped down on the bed, taking the comic book that the hazel eyed boy had caused me to drop and then pick up for me. I don't buy comic books, but for some reason, this one was special.

The fear hadn't been back in my mind for five hours, but it slightly came back when night came and I didn't want to go outside.

I laid in bed thinking about what had happened. It wasn't just a "pick up and say sorry." It was like we had a connection when we looked at each other for those few seconds. I should just stop thinking of it. It was at a comic book store. It's not like I would get to see him again, unless he showed up at school, but what are the odds of that happening to me?

I read the comic book one more time and stopped in the middle, remembering the page I was reading as I got interrupted by that boy. Here I go again, thinking of it. I remembered the moment again, and then I went back to the comic. I read the rest of it and then it was time for supper.

After supper was finished, I stayed up for a few more hours, read the comic again, and went to bed at midnight. That was the latest I had gone to bed in a while.

"Thank you boy from the comic store," I thought, and then I softly fell asleep.