As the bus approached my stop, squeaking to a raging end, I climbed down the steps and crossed the empty, lonely street, to my latest home, the suburban home.
At first I had always pictured it like this:
Atwo story home with green grass and breathtaking flowers.
Inside there would be the stay at home Mom and go to work Dad.
Around the house there would be a little girl with pigtails and a little pink dress.
Along with the little boy who looks just like the little girl, only with shorter hair and corderoy pants.
Outside you would find the family's little yapping dog inside the the white picket fence.
This is what I saw after we arrived:
A two story home with slightly green, sort of dead grass.
Dead Mom and a work-o-holic Dad, and me... Sadly.
No pets in the yard, but an old tin mailbox with the name of the people that lived here before us painted in faded red letters.
.Do you see the differences? It'll take a while to fix this place up.
As I did my homework my mind burned with curiosity.
Who was she?
Her face was stained in my mind.
She looked horrified, as if she'd done something wrong.
I could feel her pain.
It was like she was there, in my room, with me.
"Hey."
"Hi Dad," I gasped for air, as I came back to Earth.
"What's up?" he asked cautiously.
"Just," I paused as I brushed the hair above my neck, "homework."
"Have fun," he joked as he poured himself a glass of milk and left without a word.
"I'll try."
I soon realized he'd left. That's when I started to feel like a total idiot. Then again, I'd felt that way all day.
Compared to her I must've looked hideous.
Her image was all I thought about that day.
Even when I closed my eyes at night her face was on the inside of my eyelids.
She haunted me in my dreams.
And yet, she took away my breath and gave me a sense of comfort every time.
I struggled to sleep, like every night.
Only this night was different, I felt like I was being... watched.
Tuesday, December 22
Saturday, December 19
Part 7
The rest of school was boring.
That was until history.
He had been transferred into my class.
I gave a small gasp as he walked through the door; he seemed to hear it.
He gave me a hard stare, for about half a second.
Then went to sit alone, across the room.
I felt nervous, which wasn't very unusual for me.
Butterflies filled the interior of my stomach.
Each fluttering furiously, like I should be afraid.
But I wasn't afraid, just nervous.
Even though I knew he would never talk to me.
The bell chimed, signaling that the day was over and for us to finally make our escape.
So I did.
So we all did.
Traffic was heavy.
I would know.
I sat alone on the bus most of the time.
The cold leather of the seats weren't as welcoming as the people that sat upon it.
The truth was, I wanted to sit alone.
I wasn't the best at small talk, or any talk for that matter.
I stared out of the window.
Still searching.
Still waiting.
But for what?
The curiosity burned inside my mind.
It began to hurt, so I pulled out a book and began to read.
Violently turning page by page.
My eyes kept wandering away from my book, back to the window; as if it were obvious what I kept staring at.
Like my heart knew, but was waiting for my mind to finally figure it out.
That was until history.
He had been transferred into my class.
I gave a small gasp as he walked through the door; he seemed to hear it.
He gave me a hard stare, for about half a second.
Then went to sit alone, across the room.
I felt nervous, which wasn't very unusual for me.
Butterflies filled the interior of my stomach.
Each fluttering furiously, like I should be afraid.
But I wasn't afraid, just nervous.
Even though I knew he would never talk to me.
The bell chimed, signaling that the day was over and for us to finally make our escape.
So I did.
So we all did.
Traffic was heavy.
I would know.
I sat alone on the bus most of the time.
The cold leather of the seats weren't as welcoming as the people that sat upon it.
The truth was, I wanted to sit alone.
I wasn't the best at small talk, or any talk for that matter.
I stared out of the window.
Still searching.
Still waiting.
But for what?
The curiosity burned inside my mind.
It began to hurt, so I pulled out a book and began to read.
Violently turning page by page.
My eyes kept wandering away from my book, back to the window; as if it were obvious what I kept staring at.
Like my heart knew, but was waiting for my mind to finally figure it out.
Part 6
She was beautiful.
Her skin was so pure, immaculate.
Long red hair draped like silk down her back.
Her lips, a deep red.
Not the fake lipstick red, but a natural red.
A blood red.
Eyes like a hawk, wide with wonder.
The same unreal blue as his.
It took me a minute to realize I wasn't breathing. I gasped as air filled my empty lungs. Her eyelids dropped in a sudden movement. She pulled me to my feet before I could think.
"Uh... Thanks," I awkwardly spit out. But she was gone. I spun around my eyes searching for the red silk, the fiery shine of her hair. She was gone, out of sight.
Her skin was so pure, immaculate.
Long red hair draped like silk down her back.
Her lips, a deep red.
Not the fake lipstick red, but a natural red.
A blood red.
Eyes like a hawk, wide with wonder.
The same unreal blue as his.
It took me a minute to realize I wasn't breathing. I gasped as air filled my empty lungs. Her eyelids dropped in a sudden movement. She pulled me to my feet before I could think.
"Uh... Thanks," I awkwardly spit out. But she was gone. I spun around my eyes searching for the red silk, the fiery shine of her hair. She was gone, out of sight.
Part 5
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, shutting it up.
Groan.
Ugh.
It was Monday.
Worse.
It was Monday morning.
Slowly and awkwardly, I stumbled out of bed.
I shivered as I reached out to grasp my beloved bathrobe.
It comforted me, it was my friend.
It was there for all of the times when I got sick; and there in my times of need. Cuddling me close, when it felt like no one else could.
It held memories: San Diego, Beijing, Honolulu, Ontario, Tokyo, Paris, Jamaica, and now boring old Elyria.
BANG
A scarlet bird flew into my window again. As it fell it quickly recovered and lifted itself to safety before plummeting into the moist August ground.
I glanced at the clock: 6:02 AM. It glared at me. Its bright blue, florescent light, taunting me.
I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a bowl out from the cabinet, a spoon from the drawer, milk from the fridge, and the Lucky Charms off of the countertop.
CHEW CHEW
SWALLOW
SLURP
SWALLOW
repeat
Putting the milk-rimmed bowl into the sink, I peered out of the window.
Waiting.
Whatever I was looking for, I couldn't find. My eyes traced over a large oak tree. Never leaving a certain branch. It was swarmed with large emerald leaves. Sunlight peaked its way through, slowly emerging. As the wind blew, the leaves burst into a dance that somehow spoke: "Good morning."
A good morning, it was.
I walked into school, tripped over the threshold, and as I went forward, I felt someone's hold on me. A hand pulling at my wrist.
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, shutting it up.
Groan.
Ugh.
It was Monday.
Worse.
It was Monday morning.
Slowly and awkwardly, I stumbled out of bed.
I shivered as I reached out to grasp my beloved bathrobe.
It comforted me, it was my friend.
It was there for all of the times when I got sick; and there in my times of need. Cuddling me close, when it felt like no one else could.
It held memories: San Diego, Beijing, Honolulu, Ontario, Tokyo, Paris, Jamaica, and now boring old Elyria.
BANG
A scarlet bird flew into my window again. As it fell it quickly recovered and lifted itself to safety before plummeting into the moist August ground.
I glanced at the clock: 6:02 AM. It glared at me. Its bright blue, florescent light, taunting me.
I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a bowl out from the cabinet, a spoon from the drawer, milk from the fridge, and the Lucky Charms off of the countertop.
CHEW CHEW
SWALLOW
SLURP
SWALLOW
repeat
Putting the milk-rimmed bowl into the sink, I peered out of the window.
Waiting.
Whatever I was looking for, I couldn't find. My eyes traced over a large oak tree. Never leaving a certain branch. It was swarmed with large emerald leaves. Sunlight peaked its way through, slowly emerging. As the wind blew, the leaves burst into a dance that somehow spoke: "Good morning."
A good morning, it was.
I walked into school, tripped over the threshold, and as I went forward, I felt someone's hold on me. A hand pulling at my wrist.
Friday, December 18
Part 4
Oh, how I fell for him. So fast, so soon.What made him so irresistible, I don't know?
He walked among me, swiftly; sat near, and never spoke a word, unless he was asked.
His jet black hair, cropped and styled perfectly every day. His face, flawless. Like an angel. He hid his teeth, but smiled with his eyes.Deep blue.Not just any blue.Not a normal blue.It was unreal, inhuman.It was perfect.
He was perfect.
I admired him from afar. But I never made a move. My dorky glasses, flat bronze hair, and pasty, pale skin was embarrassing. I even hated my reflection. But then again, what teenage girl doesn't?
Answer: a smart one.
But I was smart. Math whiz, science genius. Your typical nerd.
He walked among me, swiftly; sat near, and never spoke a word, unless he was asked.
His jet black hair, cropped and styled perfectly every day. His face, flawless. Like an angel. He hid his teeth, but smiled with his eyes.Deep blue.Not just any blue.Not a normal blue.It was unreal, inhuman.It was perfect.
He was perfect.
I admired him from afar. But I never made a move. My dorky glasses, flat bronze hair, and pasty, pale skin was embarrassing. I even hated my reflection. But then again, what teenage girl doesn't?
Answer: a smart one.
But I was smart. Math whiz, science genius. Your typical nerd.
The girl you come to for advice or help on problem #13. The girl who was a friend, but never anything more. It was that way with everyone.
Everyone else, that is.
Part 3
Freshman. Now I was at the bottom of the food-chain, no more head of the school. No, middle school was behind me now. This was time to discover me. Who I really am, and who I decide I want to be.
The problem was I didn't know who I was, or who I wanted to be. The part where every teen questions themselves and either goes down the path of good or evil.
Who was I?
The problem: I couldn't answer that question.
Friends, I had some.
Then I met someone.
Someone very special.
The problem was I didn't know who I was, or who I wanted to be. The part where every teen questions themselves and either goes down the path of good or evil.
Who was I?
The problem: I couldn't answer that question.
Friends, I had some.
Then I met someone.
Someone very special.
Part 2
Okay, so I lied.
It didn't really start there.
It all started about two months from then.
You see, my dad and I, we travel. His job takes us from Beijing one month, to Honolulu the next.
It had been eight years since my mother died. No one to talk to about girl stuff and hormones.
God, how I hate hormones.
On the other hand, my dad's great. He's all I've really got. Because of the constant moving, I don't have any real friends.
Didn't.
That was until I moved here, the town of Elyria, Ohio, my hometown.
Born and raised, until the unsuspected death of my mother, here, I was again.
Coming back, again.
I was never quite confident, and frankly always nervous. So moving and making friends all of the time was a little rough on me.
This was different, though. These people welcomed me in with open arms. They excepted me.
I wasn't just the new girl. Here, I was Charlotte.
It didn't really start there.
It all started about two months from then.
You see, my dad and I, we travel. His job takes us from Beijing one month, to Honolulu the next.
It had been eight years since my mother died. No one to talk to about girl stuff and hormones.
God, how I hate hormones.
On the other hand, my dad's great. He's all I've really got. Because of the constant moving, I don't have any real friends.
Didn't.
That was until I moved here, the town of Elyria, Ohio, my hometown.
Born and raised, until the unsuspected death of my mother, here, I was again.
Coming back, again.
I was never quite confident, and frankly always nervous. So moving and making friends all of the time was a little rough on me.
This was different, though. These people welcomed me in with open arms. They excepted me.
I wasn't just the new girl. Here, I was Charlotte.
Part 1
I stood in the middle of Main Street.
The asphalt was cold on my bare feet.
The street lights changed colors as I breathed in and out, almost hyperventilating.
It took me a while to realize what I must look like.
Crazy.
It slowly began to rain now, ruining the magenta satin of my dress.
It didn't matter.
It was already slashed down the right side, stained with dried blood.
My breathing slowed down, as my mind raced with confusion.
The pain was now recognizable.
It seared through my torso and tore at my knees.
Clenching my waist, I fell down.
I dropped down to my knees.
Tears streamed down my face.
Combined with the rain, it was an odd taste upon my lips.
The salt from my tears, the freshness of the rain.
I saw headlights peeking from the corner.
But I couldn't move, I couldn't feel anything but the pain.
As I closed my eyes, I rest unconscious.
And this is where my story begins.
The asphalt was cold on my bare feet.
The street lights changed colors as I breathed in and out, almost hyperventilating.
It took me a while to realize what I must look like.
Crazy.
It slowly began to rain now, ruining the magenta satin of my dress.
It didn't matter.
It was already slashed down the right side, stained with dried blood.
My breathing slowed down, as my mind raced with confusion.
The pain was now recognizable.
It seared through my torso and tore at my knees.
Clenching my waist, I fell down.
I dropped down to my knees.
Tears streamed down my face.
Combined with the rain, it was an odd taste upon my lips.
The salt from my tears, the freshness of the rain.
I saw headlights peeking from the corner.
But I couldn't move, I couldn't feel anything but the pain.
As I closed my eyes, I rest unconscious.
And this is where my story begins.
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