drabbles

1. Sky Journey

She was new.
We all had met her in a normal way - she had transferred to our school. Her smiles, glances and movements gave off a cutesy girls impression.
But that was all she was - an impression, someone you knew for a second. The teacher said her name at the beginning of class, yet no one remembered it. Of course, we'd asked, pretending like it was something easily forgotten. She simply sighed, and with a smile repeated it. We nodded, and went our merry ways.
I had went home that evening, thinking about dinner, thinking about home, so it was a surprise that my mother was asking about school. Scrunching my nose up, I shot back another question:
"Why are you asking? Something interesting happened that I should know about?"
Shaking her head, she replied:
"I saw a girl move in next door wearing your school's uniform, thought that maybe she went to your class? Seemed to be your age as well."
Thinking back on today's events, yes, there was someone new, but who? We had all talked to them, but...
I shook my head and went to my room. It was facing a neighboring house's window, which I personally found creepy. Who would want to have a window in a stranger's life? Although since the house was empty, it didn't pose a problem.
It would've stayed that way, if I hadn't suddenly realised that now there was a light in the window. The curtains hadn't been pulled up yet, so I had a good view of the room.
A girl - the new girl from school - was setting up a bed. Realizing about her was a shock, even though I really should've remembered her with no trouble. Feeling guilty and finally deciding to ask and write down her name, I opened up my window and yelled out a hello. Surely enough, she noticed and opened up hers.
I had wanted to ask her name, but, in a flurry of emotions, something completely else had come out.
"Where do you come from?" Saying that, I winced. That probably wasn't such a nice thing to even ask, and the tone of my voice was not the kindest.
Yet she didn't mind. Her gaze, now turned bleary, looked nowhere and so she said:
"From far away."
It was such an odd response, and, in a usual situation, I probably would've asked for a clarification. But my own mind couldn't wrap around the existence of the girl. Who was she to have a forgettable existence for me, but unforgettable one for someone she hasn't even talked to?
"Where are you aiming for?"
She looked up.
"Far away."
Then her gaze fell upon me. Leaning out her body as far as she could with her arm outstretched, she said:
"Promise me something."
Almost as enchanted, I leaned out as well and grabbed her palm with my own hand.
Her eyes shined with tears as her words fell upon my ears.
"Promise me you'll forget me again."
Without thinking about what I was doing, I shook her hand and leaned back. Her body left the windows frame completely, leaving me in the dark to stand and look out to darkness.
Getting to bed, I lied down on the sheets and only then, I remembered her words and the promise. I had promised to forget her.

Next morning I awoke to a headache, only helped by the alarm. Shutting it down, I remembered I hadn't set one. Although knowing my mom, she'd probably set one, blaming me in the process.
Walking down to school, my headache had subsided. Seeing my friends at the school gate , something bubbled in my chest and I let out a laugh. It was like all my worries left me, even if just for a moment.
Running into class and setting down, I looked at all my classmates and friends. Everything was the same with no changes. After all, that was for the best, new classmates sometimes were not a good idea.
Everything was good.

Everything was the same as yesterday.