Fremillium

I felt strange all night at band practice, like someone was walking around just out of sight. Being careful to stay hidden in the shadows, like a spy lurking around. I was probably just paranoid so I ignored the feeling, but little did I know bigger, much bigger things were about to come. It was winter so nights were dark and cold, I wondered why anyone would voluntarily be out here in such vile weather. The nagging feeling that someone was watching me kept staying at the back of my mind, it seemed almost like they made slow deliberate movements, all centered dangerously close to me. Like they somehow wanted to be caught, or at least alert me to their presence? Maybe it was me they were watching? I could’ve swore I seen the eyes of what could only be a beautiful girl peering at me through the stunning darkness. But maybe I’m just insane. Or lonely. And lonely. Definitely lonely.

My mind’s been on the lovely eyes of the girl I thought I saw, it haunted my dreams the night before, and today I’ve been doing nothing but looking for those beautiful eyes, to whomever they may belong. I’d been looking for about 3 classes before I realized how insane it was to be searching, as they were probably a figure of my imagination. I have an amazing tendency to really lose myself deep into my thoughts and become unaware of my surroundings. Thus I managed to run into someone, “Sorry,” I mumbled. When underneath a curtain of chocolate brown hair I saw a glimpse of the piercing eyes that I saw last night. She picked up her books and was gone in the instant before I had time to process the glory that was standing before me in flesh and blood. All at once the realization hit me, that was unmistakably the girl from last night at practice. But who was she? And why was she there in the first place? Why did she stay so close to me? How odd that I find her.. I must meet this girl.