Tuesday, December 23, 2008

first entries are never impressing

instead of yabbering on, i will paste a story i wrote a couple of months ago. hope it tickles your fancy.
She sat across the room from her best friend. In her mind, it was herself who was enchanting all the boys with her looks and smile, but in reality, it was the girl across from her attracting all the attention. She moves her concentration to another, more important face, the face she had been admiring for a long while – his face. It was the face of pure perfection. He was the most dazzling person she had ever come across. She was dazed by every glance from him; although they were short, they meant the world to her. His perfect face would never engage with hers. Although she was at the top of the social hierarchy, she was deceitful to her true self. She was a faker. No one actually knew who she really was. She wanted to scrape the layers of paint off her identity to expose herself. She wanted him to know the real person she was, not the soap opera mistake she had made of her personality. She didn’t think it was possible.

In the hallway the two connect with a subtle glance and keep walking.

Again they sit at the table surrounded by their “closest” friends; she looks directly at him with honesty, he can see it in her eyes and he wants it too, but they both know it is impossible as her best friend is between them, the relationship barrier, and the one keeping them apart. This girl sits down on the lap of the beautiful boy; everyone who is watching can see that the touch of their lips is breaking her heart. He breaks away and stands up, walking out of the room. She turns her head to look at him, but he is already gone.

She sits with him by herself, away from the rest of the group, this alarms her perfect and best friend, for she can tell that there is something more than friendship lurking in their eyes. Her mouth stops moving, he smiles and walk over to her best friend. Everyone sees her immaculate face crumble, as she runs out of the room; friendship broken forever.

Hand in hand they walk into the same room they did every week day at one pm. Every head turns in their direction. They avoid eye contact with the staring crowd and sit under the oak tree.

He kisses her longingly and she whispers “I’ve been waiting forever for this”.

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