Finally Noticed Trilogy: Finally Noticed (being revised)

Grimsley

 After reading those words, it felt as though nothing in the world mattered anymore. Zarik howled out his pain and sorrow to the world, others responding to his howls as if their response could bring back what we just lost. I heard voices around me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Everything was blurry for me. The only thing that I could see was the note that Accalia had written for me. I wanted to just shift into my wolf and allow Zarik to engulf me, allowing him to decide what to do with ourselves.

I looked over at the white wolf stuffed animal and realized how it closely resembled Accalia in her wolf form. While the wolf had pure white fur and she had silvery-white fur, the eyes and almost everything else almost appeared to match one another. I gently lifted the stuffed animal by its back and upon getting a closer look at it, I saw there were stitches all around its neck, almost as if it had been torn off and then stitched together again. The fur was very coarse from the number of years it has taken. Yet it felt as soft as velvet at the same time. The eyes were made of the cheap plastic that stuffed animal companies use and the silver stayed strong in it.

I almost felt as though I were staring at Accalia's wolf eyes, as I've only seen a glimpse of them when she was in mid-shift. Zarik whimpered upon looking at the white wolf, saying it reminded him of Orchid and how Orchid had the most beautiful silver eyes he had ever seen.

I turned around to look at the wilted orchid. Now realizing how it represented Accalia. How Accalia went through so many hardships but still stayed strong. How she managed to stay beautiful and healthy despite the world being against her. But now her strength is deteriorating. And I'm the reason for it.

I look down at the white wolf and take a sniff at it. I could smell all the emotions that she had thrown onto it. Anger. Sadness. Sorrow. Rejection. I finally looked up at her parents to see that they were reading the note that was in front of the Orchid. Carly had tears in her eyes while John just looked sorrowful and troubled.

"I-I should have listened to Flower. She always knew what's best," sobbed Carly as John held her tightly. "She tried telling me to communicate with her. That she could sense Accalia's potential. But I never listened." Zarik's sorrow suddenly turned into anger so strong that I felt as though a gust of freezing wind just hit me from the inside and burst throughout my body. I had to grip the desk and take deep breaths to keep Zarik under control before he went on a rampage, most likely to tear Accalia's parents to shreds. Accalia. That single name almost seemed like a fire. A fire that burned through the ice and straight to Zarik. Zarik suddenly had a second of calmness before it was frozen over once again.

Quickly grasping onto the thought of Accalia, I started thinking about her. I've seen her in the halls before, always keeping her head down. Her long dark brown, sometimes even auburn depending on the light always being kept down and fell down her body in beautiful wavy hair that never seemed to be cut or even brushed at times. Her beautiful pale skin made it look like she rarely went outside despite the fact I always see her sitting by a window or sitting on the bleachers during one of my practices.

Despite how many times I see her in the halls or even classroom, I never seem to be able to see her eyes. Or at least what's hidden behind them. I've awkwardly made eye contact with her before, but she always turns her head away before I can fully understand the color of her eyes.

Sometimes I found myself laying in bed, wondering what color they would be and how they would look on her. I always found myself settling on a soft golden brown and before I can wonder why I've decided that, I would be in a deep sleep.

She always had a small petite figure, but she wore sweatshirts or loose clothing so I could never tell what she truly has. I easily towered over her as I'm 6'0" and she's 5'2". The closest we've ever been was when she had run into me that day. That day.