POV: Bridget ( Mexico City, Mexico)
"Mama? I'm going to school now, love ya!" I called carelessly and walked out of the door.
I continued walking until I seen my best friend at the stop sign. I couldn't help, but smile. I continued walking her way, that is until I hear a voice that was somewhat familiar.
"What are you wearing? " I turned around to see who said that.
My eyes rested on a medium-sized boy with beautiful eyes and smile.
"It's nothing. Something I made." I felt a blush creep on my cheeks.
"It's really cool."
I looked up to thank him and he was gone. Where did you go? I turned to look at my friend, but I ended up glaring.
"Where did he go?" I asked.
"Who?" She stopped to look behind me.
"That boy I was talking to. Did you see him leave?" I was dumbfounded.
" No one was there. You were talking to yourself." She said and added, " Are you okay?"
" Yeah. Just..I..Guess... Déjà vu." I answered back.
I climbed on the bus and sat in the back. Every now and then, I would look back and see him wave at me.
YOU ARE READING
The Plaid Love
Short StoryWhy is it hard to find 'the one'? Once you do, your life is completely changed. What are the chances of ever seeing them again? No one knows and that's the hard part.
