I was drowning in my newest essay, Professor Carson’s doing. After two extensions I was still on a blank page. ‘What in your opinion is needed most in this world?’ How am I supposed to know? I haven’t experienced anything that I needed. Family? I only had my mother, who died when I was twelve. Money? I only get money to be in school and to survive by my distant father. Love… To me seemed only in fairytales and movies.
I sat on the warm glowering lawn outside the building. Staring at the empty notebook for my essay’s first draft. I have been coming to the same spot in the courtyard every day for the past month, trying to start this damn essay! But something seemed strange, off. I looked around at the other students, then I caught a set of lightgrey eyes... staring at me. At first I thought maybe they were a figment of my imagination, but then I realized that the eyes belonged to a beautiful face.
He was pale and stern. His jaw line edgy and dramatically drawn. He had unruley spiked brown hair. I held my breath, afraid any movement I made would cause him to look away. My effort to be still was faulty when I remembered I needed air to live. He furrowed his eyebrows when I looked down at my notebook in panic.
When I looked up he was gone. I scammed the many faces, frantically and hopelessly trying to find his face. With no luck he was gone...
I decided to leave my thinking spot early, to escape the uncofortable weirdness. I wanted to retreat back to my dorm, to catch my breath and recollect all my guts that seemed to be falling to my toes.
I slammed my door shut and sighed. "Safe." I layed on my bed, suddenly exhausted. My lungs stung from my fast paced walking and my heart pounded against my chest painfully.
Why would he be staring at me one minute then gone the next? He was so perfect, like a vogue male model. I couldn't erase his face from my mind, and worse I didn't want to...
(here is a pic of him)
