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feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you
If Only I was There
I stared at the For Sale sign in my neighbor’s front lawn, frowning, and thinking that it shouldn’t be there. If only I was there to prevent the accident, the old wooden sign wouldn’t be sitting there, taunting me, making me regret every choice I make. I found my eyes tearing up, look at me, a healthy fourteen year old boy and I was crying about a girl. A girl that I thought was a freak, I thought, but even I knew that was a lie. She wasn’t a freak, just different than the other girls at my school. Sometimes when the full white moon shines alone in the night sky, I think that it was my fault that she died. Was I the one who ended her life, I thought.
My neighbors, the ones that are leaving that is, moved in the house across from us about three years ago. They moved from America to my cozy little street. They had one child who was a year below me, Karin Newmark. Karin’s parents hoped not to move again, until Karin graduates to high school. The girl had burning reddish-orange hair, her face was decorated with freckles, and the greenest colored eyes I have ever seen. I don’t have a crush on her if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope, I didn’t have a chance to.
On the first day of school, I happily walked to the bus stop like the delighted a seventh grade should be. Karin was up too, even though her elementary school didn’t start for another hour. Her green eyes stared at mine, yet she did not look away. A hint of pink creped to my cheeks. Weirdo, I thought as I ran away.
Yes, you could say that I was way too proud to play with a 6th grader. My feelings of being proud just increased as I turned older. I remember making the tennis team of my middle school. I came back excited and happy until I saw her. I stopped, patted my wild red hair and walked, keeping my cool. When she saw me walking, she stopped playing with her colorful origami paper and stared. I stared back at her. Look how cool I am, I said to myself as I walked to the house door. Yes, cool…
 Baby Snow Leopard · Tue Aug 05, 2008 @ 06:32pm · 0 Comments |
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