After school, I was walking home. No traffic today. No music coming from my headphone. No possibility of that. My phones dead anyway. Its raining today as it is any other day Seattle but it's different from the normal rain. It's calming. I hate the rain but not this time. Its the perfect end to a new begging, I guess.
Schools not that bad. well its no longer bad, no ones bulling me anymore, not since the beat down anyway. Traffics quiet. Mums at work and its pouring down. The water cascades down my shaggy, inky black hair and finally down my face until it falls off and runs down my clothes. My sweater growing heavier by the minuet, my pants the same. It was my own fault. I live in Seattle but didn't bring a coat to school, what kind of logic is that?
I waited at the usual traffic lights and wait for its perfect peridot green to turn into its ruby red glow.
It turns and I carry on walking, looking down at my feet. I bump into someone and I apologize. They don't accept it. They push me over, like a three year old who can't get there own way in a candy shop. I don't say anything and wait for them to leave. I look up someone's hand is there. I reach to grab their hand as I'm on the floor. The girl from the other day is standing there, her hair the most beautiful brown I have ever seen. Her eyes the most elegant emerald green I've ever seen. Wait. What am I doing? I push her hand away, get up by myself and walk away, whilst I look at my shoes. I get at least 15 feet away before I hear shouting.
"WAIT- PLEASE WAIT!" An unknown female voice calls from behind me. I look around to see who she's calling out to. She's looking at me. Running towards me. I stop and hope that she was running at someone else. She didn't. She slowed as she approached me.
"Hi." she spoke in her high-pitched voice, Huffing from her running. I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. "I'm not here to argue with you. You um dropped this by the side of the road. Well I assume it's yours I didn't see anyone else around so I thought it may be but-" I interrupt her.
"Yeah it is." I take it out of her hand and turn back around and carry on walking. She grabs my arm.
"Are you kidding?" I ignored her and try to throw her off my arm. "I pick up your crappy note book and I don't even get a thanks? You have to be kidding me right?" She demanded my attention once again but instead I pulled my arm away and broke free of her hold.
I walked away, this time she just let me go without any complaints. I didn't turn around. I didn't thank her. She shouldn't have helped me. I see a group of kids from school walk past me and I hear them calling out o her. " Why were you with that freak?" One of them scoffed.
"He isn't a freak, He's just different." She makes it known to the group about her opinion on me. 'She didn't need to do that' I thought, confused about her actions. no one at school bothers me anymore. I have a group of friends, she has hers. our paths will never cross again. It's senior year everyone's busy enough.
I just walked and carried on until I got home.
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I put my keys into the door and went to unlock the door. It was unlocked.. Mum wasn't home. No one else had a key. I walked in with caution. I saw a light on in the kitchen and decided to find out what it was. I stood at the door frame and peered around the corner. My eyes widened with fear. My brother? No he… he was dead? I mean I saw his body. We had a funeral. I SAID GOODBYE HOW IS HE ALIVE. I approached him. He looked… normal. Well, I mean not dead? How?
"Hey, there you are kid." He spoke as enthusiasm poured out of his mouth. He held a cup of water in his left hand and his phone in the other. He was older than me by three years and he looked it. He didn't look like he was younger than me. How?