kaeliea
Everything was rushing by, the wind, the leaves, the light Autumn scents. I could feel my heart pumping as I pushed myself around the final corner, ahead by a few feet, no one to stop me as I crossed the line. With one final burst of speed I... trip.
A smile is a token of gratification. It is a way to symbolize thanks, happiness, humour, or to try and cover up mixed emotions. A smile is a teenager's best weapon. It can do deadly things to another. It can cause confusion. It can lead to hopeless romances that end in dark despair.
Around the corner, the stranger stood clad in a black trench coat and cowboy boots. I stared.
Cowboy boots? Those so do not go with that outfit!! What is wrong with today's society??
Anyways... I went up to the stranger. Do you have the goods? He stared at me with a look a that a dead fish would possess staring unseeingly up at the butcher.
The florescent lights were bright, almost blinding. They revealed everything in their bright colours. It bothered me how I could make out every single freckle on the face of the imperfect face next to me. Every pock-mark showing on the teacher at the front of the class. I think they chose fluorescent lights on purpose when designing schools. They try to make us feel imperfect. They try to separate us.
He was gorgeous, like nothing I've ever seen before. His hair swooped gently down in front of his face. His broad chin fit a perfectly chiseled jaw. His eyes, a chorus of melodies and harmonious music in the lovely shades of green and blue, which now looked down upon me with great worry, "Hey. You've been staring at me for the past ten minutes."
She was hysterical. She stood there, her hair in her green blue eyes, her nails clenched into her pale cheeks, her whole body was shaking from the enormity of whatever had her acting like this. I felt hysterical myself just watching her! Her eyes began to slowly roll back in her head as she collapsed onto the ground screaming.
Future plans lay ahead of me like road blocks set up by the cops. They're everywhere and anywhere, some of them good, some of them bad, and some of them entirely pointless. I have very few plans, and most of them are hardly even going to help me with anything. None of them are set in stone... But I like it that way. I love having things undetermined; it keeps me and my life mysterious, unexpected, and endearing.
Billions of sparkling stars shimmering faintly within his eyes. A whole galaxy everytime his eyes open wide; a mere glimpse of it every time he squints. The sun reflects in the darkness of his iris while the moon leaves a small glare of white light in the centre. Meteors of rocketing colour are spread precariously here and there, in perfect syncronization with each other. Whenever I look into them, I feel safe, warm, free, and protected under that beautiful gaze.
His ego, supported by all of his followers, his "friends", was no where near small, and that's without modesty. He thought of himself as he thought of no other; he thought of himself as a king of whom all should bow to. None could rise to his level of mental or physical ability. He was simply amazing. How do I know this? That guy is me. That is, he was me, until I became who I am today. You probably expect some long soul-moving story now, right? Well, get used to disappointment.
It's amazing how easily children can trust others. With a kind look or a few nice words complete trust can be gained instantly. Can you imagine being back at the age of five, having the whole world before you to explore, when suddenly some man comes out of nowhere and offers you a toy; you feel safe, protected, and even special just because this man chose you over everyone else. Next thing that happens: you're in this man's vehicle, after he's offered you a ride back home. Maybe trust isn't such a good thing after all...
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