Of Colors and Water

A m b e r

Monday's. They're so crummy. I can't remember the last time I've woken up and had been excited about Mondays. While being in another state and at a new school I know that won't change.

"Willow, get up. It's almost time for school." I throw a pillow at her to get her to budge.

Nothing bothered me more than waking up before my alarm clock even had the chance to ring. I turn to face the mirror to see the result of not being able to sleep last night. It's a given that it was my first night in a new bed, a new room and my first day of school happened to be the next day. But, it can be Willow, who kept whacking and kicking me all night. Although all of that is true, it's mostly the simple fact I couldn't stop thinking about Milo.

His cigarette aroma still blankets my skin. Usually, the smell of smoke irritates me but I can't get enough of it. My own idiocy bothers me and I throw yet another pillow at Willow. She doesn't get to sleep more than I did.

"Get up loser! We're going to be late."

Surprisingly, both of us had no time to sit down and eat breakfast. Considering, I woke up before the crack of dawn.

Willow lucked out, I was able to drop her off at her Elementary school in time. On the other hand, I've already missed my orientation and part of my first-period class. I wasn't informed that walking to school would be difficult.

My high school campus is a lot bigger than I expected. I didn't even know there was this much green in New York City. Mid-spring season fills the air with warmth and brightness. I can't help but drown in the many colors around me. The month of May was coming and nothing made me happier to see its flowers.

I follow the red-like brick path, hoping it will lead me to the entrance of my school. There's low tumbling from behind me and it grows louder by the second. I pause in my footsteps. A guy in a skateboard hurries right past me.

It's him. Milo. His slender body moves swiftly along with the board underneath his feet. How can someone make skateboarding look so heavenly? I watch the wind blow through his plaid flannel. This time, his beautiful dark locks lay perfectly on his head. All I can do is stare. The embodiment of ethereal.
Intertwine with the air, he leaves a rich scent of amber and cigarettes.

Somehow in my trance of Milo, it's lead me to my school. I snap out of it and find my way to the office room.

"Hi, my name is Ivory Reynolds. I'm late but I had to meet with Sheila for the new student tour." I say, and the lady sends me a scornful look.

"Hey, Debbie! Can you get me a copy of the school's newspaper?"

A girl props herself on top of the desk and picks at her nails patiently. Almost immediately, Debbie's facial expression turns to joy.

"Piper, what a pleasure to see you. Here you go." The lady hands her a newspaper. Piper jumps off the counter and sits on one of the main office chairs and plops her feet on the table like it's her home.

Piper most definitely has a story. Something about her is just different from the people I know in Minnesota. She has a sort of a spunkiness to her, yet she's reserved. Maybe it's the outfit. Neutral colors but tops it off with black, studded Chelsea booties. She's gorgeous. Her skin is actually glowing. Shades of brown and honey make up her complexion. Probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I feel a bit intimidated by her. I'm starting to think, I really might stick out like a sore thumb here.