Beautiful

The day was clear, "No snow today", She thought as she walked out of the gate. Therewas a soft breeze with a chill that brushed her cheek. Letting out a sigh, she conintued up the side-walk toward the bus stop. The bottoms of her pants dragged behide her making a sound the reminded her of the sand at the beach. More high school students began to show up as she waited for the bus. On Fridays, the bus driver seemed to take his time and always tricked the the students of where he was going to stop to let them on. Flashing lights turned the corner, for once the bus was on time. Today, all she couldthink about was him, it seemed worse than the other days. She took the three steps up onto the bus then worked her way to the back, taking a seat she stared out the window. The bus rolled on and she sat still looking out the window with questions in her eyes.Very few people understood her, and he was one of them. It had been six months sinceshe had last talked to him. With the problems between his older brother and her oldersister, they were held apart with no way to talk to each other. The sweet words he had last said to her played in her head over and over again like a broken record, " I want to be there when you're sad, hold you when you cry, be your one bone that will never break, and the kiss that never comes off your lips, I love you." Those words seemed so easy for him that night. "He's just a memory now." She whispered to herself. She wanted to forget him, he left on his own once who's to say he wouldn't do it again? Her sister tried to hook her up with other guys but it was hopeless. If she wasn't with him, she wasn't with anyone.The bus stopped infront of her highschool hell. With another sigh, she stood and walked to the front of the bus, taking the three steps down. She stood on the side-walk and stared up that the old builing as if she were the three foot woman looking up at the seven foot giant. Everyday she would stare that building wishing she could go home, but knew she couldn't. It was hard for her to wake up in the morning to find herself in tearsagain. The bell rang causing her to jump. She knew she had to go inside now. In the halls, she twisted and turned through the maze of people as they had all the fun without her. Another bell rang, telling the students they had five minutes to get to class before beinglate. The halls cleared quickly, and before she knew it, she found herself alone once again. She hated being alone, slience frightened her. His words grew louder, and she was going to be late. Taking the stairs that turned this way and that, she began to think of him again. "What if he was with someone else? What if he had stopped waiting for her?" The questions popped in her head making her heart drop. She missed the wieght on the other side of the bed, his rough hands that brushed her skin, velvet lips against hers, and the steady heart beat when she laid her head on his chest passing the minute away together. She sat on the steps, placing her bag next to her and hung her head in her hands. She decided she wasn't going to go to class today. "I can't keep doing this." She whispered. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, taking her mascara with them. She stood then picked up her bag and began to walk down the twisting stair case. Once outside she looked at the sky, as if to ask where to go next. "Excuse me? Can you tell me how to get to room 113?" A voice came from behind her. She knew that voice as if it were from a dream. She turned with mascara tatooed on her cheeks. He stood there, just like her dreams. "This isn't real, this isn't real. Wake up, wake up." She repeated, placing her hands on the side of her head as if to stop it from spining and closed her eyes. "Oh my god-" He whispered. She felt his rough hands against her face. Slowly, she lowered her hands and looked up at him. His eyes held her, unable to look away. His lips met hers,causing her knees to grow weak. Catching her, he held her close like he would neversee her again. He pulled away and looked down at her.
Wiping the tears away he whispered, "Beautiful"