I was watching her. Before I knew it she had turned to me and spoken her first words to me all semester.
She said, "You always seem to be a loner." Before I knew it... I replied, "That's just the way life goes around."
She laughed. Then she turned her head to the window and continued staring outside the same window I had been staring out of. I turned back to my desk and she whispered those words, "Ah... If only I could be like that."
The classroom as always was cold and was only warmed up by the windows that allowed the sunlight to travel in. The teacher had not yet arrived to take any attendance and it was still the morning before the period of class started. Many of the students who were in the classroom hanged around the doorways and halls and occassionally a few of the students sat down in a desk and were either reading or catching up on lost sleep. I was one of the students who were sitting in a desk, but I wasn't sleeping. I was reading a book.
The book I was reading was titled, "An Absense of the Mind". It was a fantasy book that talked about how a young boy was on a journey through a mythical land, but he would often find himself in ridiculous situations. However, the young boy was very clever so even when he got into ridiculous situations he would always find a way to get out of it because he had the power to think outside the realm of humans. The power he had was something that allowed him to think deeply about things that normal people usually didn't think about, hence the reason as to why the book was titled the way it was.
Reading was a passing hobby of mine. If I read a book no one would bother to take notice of me or bother me if I plugged my ears with the earbuds of my earphones and read. It was a convenient tactic that I would often use to avoid contact with the majority of people, although there would occassionally be one of those types who just couldn't leave you alone and try to converse with you. When it came to those type of people, I would give short answers and quickly resume to my reading while ignoring the majority of their questions and eventually they would give up in their advances. Reading saved me from the trouble of human relations, but it also provided me a fountain of knowledge about things that not everyone knew about which is why it entertained me to no extent and also the reason as to why I never found reading to be boring.
I was leaning against my chair as I read my book with my earphones stuck to my ears playing music of different varieties: rock, classic, pop, electro, ballads, etc...
My black hair ruffled slightly each time another student passed by me in the narrow rows of desks and chairs. My solid blue eyes flicked back and forth as they traced the lines of the book. Often people would tell me that my eyes were scary because they were sharp and often had a piercing gaze similar to that of someone who has seen battle. I often didn't care of other people's opinions of me though, so I ignored half their comments about my looks. Whether I was handsome or whether I was ugly didn't matter to me as I believed in the sole fact of, "relying on yourself and no one else". It was convenient at times to flaunt that belief, but also quite inconvenient when it came to school projects that required groups. Nonetheless I always somehow prevailed through when groups were assigned. My school uniform was pitch black and its outer linings were aligned in bright red, the color of blood. Everyone who attended the school wore this outfit, it was so no one would be bullied based on their clothing, but it is a highly unlikely idea to whether or not just the outfit could prevent bullying.
Anyway, I sat in the classroom reading my book as I waited for the homeroom class to begin. The sound of the bell had not rung yet as the students continued to clammer about in pointless conversations of everyday. I could faintly hear the sound of students gathering to their desks as the time of the clock was nearing class time. The sound of a chair being pulled back so someone could sit down near me could be heard. I faintly turned my solemn blue eyes to the left of me and took a quick glance at who was sitting next to me on my left.
The faint outlining of a girl could be made out with the use of just my left eye's vision. The girl's long black hair was cleanly cut at the bottom forming a straight line. Her hair flowed behind her as she turned and set her blue navy bag onto the chair's side. As she pulled the chair a bit away from the desk so she could take a seat the morning sunlight sparkled a bit of her school uniform.
The school uniform for females was a regulated black skirt and a short-sleeved shirt that showed some of the leg and arm's bareskin, but not enough to make any actual appeal to anyone. The uniform was also like the male's uniforms with the outer linings being lined in bright red. I continued to look with only my left eye glancing to the side without turning my head and as the girl sat down she pushed her hair away from her face with her hand revealing the green iris of her eye. She would be considered a beautiful girl from what I deduct from my knowledge of male/female relationships.
The sound of the bell rang and the students all hurriedly sat down in their respective seats and took out their materials needed for the period's class. Hearing the bell myself, I broke away my quick obsevation fo the girl and did the same. I unplugged my earphones from my ear and set them aside in my black bag that carried all my school supplies.
The teacher finally arrived three minutes after the bell had rung. When the teacher entered the classroom the class rep that had been elected by the class said in her booming voice the words used to start the day with every teacher.
We all rise from our seats.
We all bow before our teacher.
Once the class rep had said that we all returned to our seats.
It was a common thing in this school. It was a show of respect towards our teacher, but whether or not we truly held respect for our teacher was another thing to be questioned.
After taking my seat I began to diligently take notes about the lecture from my teacher. I wasn't an honor student or anything, but I often found it fascinating to hear things taught by teachers because they often contradicted one another and since I was an avid reader I found it intriguing when I learned something I hadn't known before. By considering what I was taught to be interesting or intriguing I often only took notes on parts that I felt were contradicting or interesting to research later, which is the only reason I took notes at all.
I scribbled down a few notes as I turned my head from the teacher in the 4th seat of the second to last row from the windows on the left side of the classroom to look out towards the window as I aimed my hearing to the teacher's lectures. I spaced out a bit staring out into the distance of the sky and I noticed from the corner of my eye the girl who sat to my left.
What was this girl's name again?
I was questioning myself and pondering silently her name.
Before I knew it I was watching her.
I was watching her.
Before I knew it she had turned to me and spoken her first words to me all semester.
She said, "You always seem to be a loner."
Before I knew it...
I replied, "That's just the way life goes around."
Then she turned her head to the window and continued staring outside the same window I had been staring out of. I turned back to my desk and she whispered those words, "Ah... If only I could be like that."
At that moment she caught me between an unexplainable time of my heart skipping a beat to her words that seemed like something straight out of a cliched novel.