Hello or Goodbye?

Chapter 1 Alka

Life is a bore. It's all just too meaning less. Making relationships that will never last is just pointless. I watch other talk, kiss, smile, and I feel sick. All humans care about are themselves so why spend time with others? I've been alone for far too long. "Alone but not lonely.." I mutter silently. Currently I am waiting for the damned bell to ring. School is a waste of time, much like breathing. It starts to rain, dampening my green, black, and violet hair. Cold and rainy. It's like my mood.
Soon enough, the bell rings and I scurry along with everyone else to our classes. The teacher blabs on about something I will never need to know, so to relieve my boredom I doodle.
I subconsciously create a boy that looks familiar. I don't know why. I know for a fact that I have never seen his face, but it just seemed so right. I doodle quite a bit but never had I once drawn something this lifelike. I felt like I could almost here his voice.. Almost, but not quite.
That class finished and we moved to the next. I hate the next class. A girl, a very irritating little blond called Janoose sits next to me. When I sat in my seat she instantly spoke
"Alka!! It's great to see you! Your hair looks great! How's your morning been? What time is it? When does this class end? I like SOO want to get home so I can text my besties!! Who's your bestie??"
I sighed as I gave her a single answer for everything, "shut up."
She looked offended, for I was now proud.
Soon enough, the final bell rang. I quickly got on my usual bus and sat in my usual seat. As you would expect, I sat alone. I put my headphones on and blasted my favorite songs. I stared out the window gazing over the familiar scenery.
I couldn't get that drawing out of mind. I took it out of my bag. "Just another mindless sketch..that's all.." I said out loud.
Despite what I had said I couldn't stop myself from taking colored pencils out and coloring the boy. Light skin and sludge colored hair with blue eyes. This was abnormal for me. I never give my drawing such bland hair colors. I make them vibrant and loud, something that stands out. That is why I had dyed my hair after all. I stuffed the paper into my book back pocket and looked back out the window.
I still couldn't focus on anything but the drawing.
Suddenly I wasn't on the bus anymore. Or at least half of me wasn't. I could still feel the rough seat beneath me, I could still smell the sweaty gym students, I could even still see everything, just faded. It was like there were two different realities, each layered upon the other.
The second reality was me standing in a gymnasium. He was there. The boy I had drawn. A perfect likeness of him stood 7 yards away shooting hoops with a group of other boys. He looked my age about. No one noticed me. I didn't understand what was happening, I was confused. One boy, a tall, skinny ginger came charging towards me. I realized a ball had flown over my head and that's was what he was going for. As soon as we collided I was snapped back to first reality. Right at my stop.