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I wake up to a bliss of lights and sounds. The blaring sun shines through my window and on my eyes, blinding me until I decide to get out of bed. I painfully step out, irritated by the upcoming day. Days pass by uneventfully and unpleasantly, with one day only following the next. There is no difference between a Monday and a Wednesday. Everything is the same boring hell. I hate all 365 days of it. Anyway, once I get dressed and put on a little makeup for the little effort I put into having a healthy sleep schedule. And to impress someone. Maybe. I don't know, nobody feels like being impressed by me. I'll try anyway, worth a shot.
The walk to the bus stop was a stroll through the cool autumn breeze. A tired one, coming from a definite non-morning person. I stand impatiently at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. I wish the bus would never come. Then I could go home and draw my heart on paper. Only to, of course, rip it all up and wish I never tried. Again, either option is bad. At least one doesn't involve people. Well, not that I hate people or anything, I just don't like being around them. Except one.
That one girl.
The only girl I've ever liked. The only person I've ever liked. I've never even met her but I feel as if I know everything about her. The conversations she has I hear, her soft laugh intrigues me. The food she eats, the music she listens to. I'm an observer of another life that pulls me closer, but never close enough. Never close enough for me at least. I have no idea what she thinks of me because as I have listened, what I've heard is never enough. I want to learn more and be able to admit “Okay you actually like someone- whoop de doo!” and not just think I like her.
I'll have to look into that later- but for now, the bus is pulling up to my corner and I'm phased out of my thoughts to snap back to reality. The stairs are higher than normal, is this normal? Am I normal? Well, that I know is a no but hey, a girl can dream! I hop into the two-seater and I blink when we arrive at the school. I try not to look at people even though I'm not a freshman anymore, but I'm still scared either way. I focus on walking in a rhythmic pattern, aligning my steps with cracks in a sidewalk or the patterns on the tile flooring. I look up to find my locker when I see her.
That one girl.