Complicated

Chapter Two

They always tell me I'm quiet. Good, yet, quiet. I want to speak. I want to sing. I yearn for others to hear me. But, I doubt they would care. The cold wind blows through my honey blonde hair. I look up at the light, morning sky, soft colors painting the space above. Orange, pink, yellow, blue. One of the colors stands out, cold yet normal, unlike the others, warm and precious. Nobody questions it, other than small children asking, 'Why is the sky blue? Why can't it just be orange?'. 'Why is Connor depressed? Why can't he just be happy?'. "Connor?" I hear a voice behind me, one I know all too well. Ross. I bite my tongue, turning around to face him. "Ross..." I quietly speak, looking down as I feel his deep brown eyes on me. "Are you okay?" He asks me, knowing the answer anyways. "Sure, whatever you want to think, Ross." I turned away, continuing to walk to school, worrying I might be late but brushing the thoughts off. I figure he would stand there, helpless, as he always would. But no. Not this time. He takes me by the shoulder, turning me around. Our eyes meet, his deep brown eyes meeting my forest green ones. "Connor, look. Let's skip school today. We can walk around the city. Anything. Just, please, talk to me." I can hear the pure yearn, no, desperation, in his voice. "About what? I'm not skipping with you, if I don't keep my grades up, my dad will kill me." He looks at me, slightly confused and a bit frustrated. "We both know that he doesn't give a crap about what happens to you." I stop. Since when did he care? Nobody seemed to notice anyway. "You know Ross, you're right. He doesn't. But I do." I jerked my shoulder away, walking off into my school building. Why was he so persistent? And why, why did I push him away?