That Girl

(this is one of my first imaginary stories)

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 21^st 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.