I got a home run like I always did at the end of baseball practice. My friends praised me and congratulated me for the awesome practice that we had today. The championship was already ours with the ways things were going.
I took my stuff from the field and headed over to the locker room. While taking a shower, I allowed my head to get filled with thoughts. I'm one of those people that have shower feelings. Even while my head was filled with thoughts, i could still hear the loud hooting of my teammates. I had always felt like I didn't belong here. Even after having a lot of friends and being popular, none of these seemed like my scene. I came from a poor family so I had to do my best to make a name for myself.
I got a couple of praises from other students while we were all leaving the school premises. Being here on a scholarship for baseball was not the only thing that was stuck in my head. I had to go to work for my night shift so that I could buy my mother's medications. My father had always been trying his best to support our family but he gave up on us and left. I don't blame him. I don't blame anyone. Everything happens for a reason.
My teammates offered me a ride in their cars but I politely turned them down. I felt like taking a walk today. They knew about my condition but never made fun of me. The prestigious Northvane high school was the home of all the upper class rich kids that lived in this town. They are not the stereotypical mean rich kids that get whatever they want. These kids have hearts. They support people in whatever way they can and I am proud to call them my friends.
The atmosphere began to change as the winds began to pick up slightly. The sun which had been smiling down on us earlier today, made way for the gloomy clouds and hid behind them. The melancholic melody of thunder began to play it's opening sonata for the impending droplets of rain that were yet to come. And before I knew it, it was drizzling already.
The first thing I protected was my backpack because I couldn't afford my books to get wet. I walked along the familiar lane to my house and various thoughts still filled my head. My hair was already becoming damp from the rain as the rain began to increase the pace in which it fell.
I wasn't bothered by the rain at all. I didn't mind. It was actually soothing in some weird way. I didn't pick up the pace in which I walked and I didn't slow down either. I walked past the famous oak tree and that was when I saw her.
She was always there, standing under the tree. Every time I pass this area, she's always here. Her red dress flowed down her body, her dark hair danced along to the tune of the wind.
She was always there. Every time I pass by the area, she was always standing under the tree. Whether I'm in a bus, or in a friend's car or even walking home, she was always there, holding that blue umbrella.I didn't even notice that I had stopped walking and I was now staring at her. She was tapping her foot, making tiny splashes of water. After that she began to hop and twirl around in the rain while still holding her umbrella.
I was utterly and completely mesmerized by her. Just like any other day, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so beautiful. I am pretty sure I looked like a stalker while watching her but I couldn't just take my eyes off her.
And at that moment she noticed that someone was watching her and she turned to my direction. Our eyes met. Both our eyes widened as I realized that I had been caught watching her.
I urged myself to say something. To do something, but all my words were stuck in my throat. She stared at me and I started right back. I couldn't form a word. I took a step back and walked away from her.
I couldn't say anything.
While I kept on walking home, I realized that I walked away from her abruptly without saying anything. Why did I do that? Why didn't I say anything? My thoughts were focused on her the whole time. I always looked forward to seeing her everyday even though she didn't know me. There was something about her that always drew me like a moth drawn to a flame.
Even while I was at work, cleaning our town's museum, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
The way her dress fitted her perfectly. The way her hair flowed with the wind. The way she held her blue umbrella under the tree. The way she was playing in the rain today.Everything replayed itself in my head. But only one thing stood out. The way her big blue eyes stared at me. Her large eyes looked so innocent yet they seemed to have gone through much pain. Her eyes seemed to have been searching for something in mine. Her eyes were calling out for someone but I ran out of there without saying anything.
I was completely and utterly mesmerized by the girl with the blue umbrella.
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Short StoryI always saw her. Every passing day, she always stood under the oak tree, holding her blue umbrella regardless the weather. Until she wasn't there anymore. This is a short story.( completed) Highest ranking: 3 in #Stopbullying