My name is Kevin, I’m 17 years old and a typical high school student. My life basically consists of studying, eating and sleeping. Until a month ago, I experienced every day in the same shade of grey. It didn’t even really bother me, to be honest, because I didn’t know how different things could be.
I
remember the exact date. It was the 21st of February. I sat on my
usual spot in the school bus. Just like on every other day of the week, the
seat next to me was not taken, because all of my friends always come to school
with their own car.
I listened to “Penny Lane” and watched the raindrops dripping down the
window. I remembered how, when I was a kid, I used to think that the raindrops
were racing down the surface against each other. Just in that moment I felt how
someone sat down next to me, a phenomenon that I’ve never experienced before.
Before I was able to get a glance at the person, I inhaled this particular
scent. It immediately reminded me of the forest; the scent of the forest during
autumn. Without turning my head around, I tried to figure out who this person
so close to me was. It was a girl; a girl I’ve never seen before, otherwise I
surely would have remembered. Her perfectly applied red lipstick was the first
thing to catch my eye. I also got a glimpse of her straight, shoulder-long,
almost white hair. She was dressed completely in black, and her legs were so
skinny, that a strong wind could probably carry her away like Mary Poppins.
From
that day on she sat next to me during the ride to school every morning. There
always was an unobtrusive smile on her face, as she entered the bus and looked
at me. During lunchtime I never saw her eating. She spent her break writing in
a black notebook, while sitting on the lawn, leaning against the ancient
oak-tree. I’d give anything to read whatever she was writing down.
After
two weeks I decided that I needed to hear her voice. I simply could not take it
any Ionger. I wanted to get to know her, figure out what she was writing about,
and what kind of music she listened to. I ceaselessly dreamed of her ever since
I saw her for the first time on that rainy morning. While I ate my breakfast, I
prepared myself mentally, and put some phrases together that I could say to
her. I settled for a simple “Hi, how is it going?”, and felt a bit sweaty as I
got on the bus. She would enter 4 stops after me, and I was excited to see her
ravishing smile and the spark in her eyes. When we finally reached her stop, I
turned my head to the door and waited to catch sight of her, but I could not
see her anywhere. The doors closed again, and the bus drove on. I could not
believe it. I told myself that she must have missed the bus, and that I would
certainly see her during lunch break. I would just walk up to her then.
Impatiently,
I waited for math class to be over, and to finally hear the bell. As soon as it
rang I got up, and walked straight to the big oak-tree. I spent lunch break
waiting for her, but she did not show up. I started to suspect that something
was not right. Just like she appeared out of nowhere that rainy morning, she
must have left again. And I was right. I never saw her again.
Nobody
knew anything about her. Nobody knew where she came from, or what her name was.
Nobody ever heard her voice.
The
picture of her in my head is slowly falling apart, and I can’t remember her scent
anymore. I don’t know what the colour of her eyes was. I only remember her
perfect red lips and the expression on her face when she was writing.
Her appearance was too pure to be
real. It feels as if she was just an illusion; an illusion I do not want to let
go.
