The Girl Who Found Love

The Girl Who Found Love(Caitlin) As I stare out of my window into the cold misty night I think of you and wish we were together. I gently lay my head on my pillow, holding it tight, trying to remember the sound of your breath, but all I can feel is the texture of my pillow. My mother thinks I’m crazy, but I know one thing for sure... I’m lonely with out you. The next day I wake up to the sound of thunder, which is typically the sound of birds in some countries, often something that comes every morning. As I climb onto the bus and make my way to the farthest set from you, I lie my head against the window feeling the goose bumps suddenly rush up my arm, feeling the hairs stick up as sharp as blades on a razor, feeling the sharp textures of my skin as I look down at my feet.

The bus arrived at school the same time as usual, nothing different, but the feelings the lay inside of me. Slowing dragging myself to the guidance office to get my schedule that hasn’t changed since they day I moved to this school. The woman at the desk stared at me as if I was taken over by a ghost and looked at me in concern. “Dear child how are you feeling today?” she must have seen my face when she asked this question, however, thinking of the appropriate answer to this was a complete blur, so I just told her the same thing I told my mom every morning, “I’m fine, just tired”. My best friend moved schools just last week when her father got remarried to a French woman, and was put in boarding school for the rest of her high school year.

However, for me, I was as lonely as ever, and not having my friend there only made me feel more and more depressed. My brother left for the army to become a solider since school never really worked out for him after our father left us for a woman much younger than my mom. My mother always works and never seems to be home since she has to support me and my younger sister, Angel. And ever since my boy friend broke up with me I have just been very broken lately. Also since my brother and I were as close as doves when they're in love.

My bag suddenly felt like I was carrying rocks as I made my way to first class, then I realized that dragging my feet would give me a tardy so my pace gradually increased. as soon as I made it to the door everyone was seated except for me, which was always the norm for me. I made my way across the room with my bag filled with rocks, hopes and destroyed dreams. My teacher, Mrs. Greene, puts me next to this guy who I'd never met and it was the longest class that ever existed. The teacher told us that group assignments were going to be given and were due on the second semester. The topic wasn’t my favorite but it was something that passed my time and as my mom said, try and make friends. The homework was a power point about the opposite sex character traits and other non important stuff.

To be honest, my life isn’t as interesting as a popular cheerleader or a smart math geek but all I know is it isn’t a happy ending or happy in any shape or form. This guy was named Anthony. I learned a lot about him since it was the guys turn to express a little bit of background information. I know we won't get along. this guy was the captain of the sports team and the hottest guy in school, particularly with cheer leaders. All I know is that I can't do a project about someone who isn’t like me at all. The bell rang finally, my favorite subject - lunch, it was the class where I could sit and eat and no one would ask me how I was feeling.

I sit at the farthest table where no one would bother going. Anthony, my people studies partner, was sitting right in my table, my area that no one ever sat before. First I thought he was insane crazy, but then he spoke with the most in tune voice I ever heard. “hey we should start working on finishing the first part of interviewing about my basic background so we can start yours,” he winked at me. I stared down at him, not wanting to stare at his bright blue eyes that showed thoughtfulness and care. “okay, but I want to tell you my story isn’t as bright and colorful as yours” he nodded at me and listened with great eagerness as I told him my basic background. After that he asked me if I could meet him in the library to start the basic background portion to power point. I didn’t know if he was asking me out, cause if he was the answer would be no. I can't put myself though that again after what happened, but he seemed confident that I would go so I nodded and told him I would.

As I made my way to the bus and then slowly paced to my seat, I saw someone’s feet. I look up and see Anthony. I stare at him blankly. since when was he on my bus and how did he know where I sat? he seemed to have read my mind and said, "I know people and they told me.” I nodded, sitting in the seat next to him. He didn’t seem to keep his eyes off me as I sat in the black metal chair. His glare seemed to pierce mine and something started to melt inside and it scared me. I’ve felt alone most all my life. I never seemed to have someone who cared since they always left me. As soon as I get to my stop I dash out of the bus. little did I know he wrote his number on my left arm.

My mom was home, which was rare, like seeing a lake in the desert. She was home cooking soup for Angel since she was sick with the unexpected flu. Normally when I get home I would cook and then do homework. Since I was cooking I had time before the library.

I made my way slow up the stairs to take a shower as my mother caught something on my arm that I never knew was there. “Is that a number on your arm? i hope it's not Henry, you know what he did to you Cathy, that boy isn’t nice.” I didn’t realize till she gestured to my arm and I told her that it wasn’t Henry’s but a boy that was my partner for homework. She didn’t seem to believe it was for homework but she did believe it wasn’t Henry.

I made my up and called the number that seemed to stay on my arm like a permanent tattoo. “Hello? Who’s this?” he answered on the first ring. “Um, this is Cathy. what time do I mmeet you?” I was so nervous. I don’t know why this sudden feeling burns me inside. I can't like him. I told myself I can't be open to love. He tells me to meet him there at two and then hangs up. I look at the clock, one fifty four, almost two. the intensity is burning. I start walking to the library.

As he and I sit down I stare at his eyes and see myself, the person I wanna be, the person that seemed to be lost inside of me. This seemed to me like a fatherly daughterly love, someone to take care of me, since I've been doing that my whole life - watching out for others. He catches me staring at him and leans down and kisses me. My heart melts and all the sadness seems to be spread away by love.

My mind tells me to pull back but my mouth and heart press on, continuing to kiss his tender lips filling my heart with happiness and meaning. The few days have been a blast and my heart fills with joy every time he’s around me. As the night dies down I think of me and my lover, the one who changed me and brightened my days.