It was a new day. It was a new school. She walked through the halls with a schedule in hand and a look upon her face that could only be of a freshmen completely lost. It was a sophomore boy that took her under his wing. He was tall and handsome. The type of boy that normally would never talk to such a fragile girl, but there seemed to be something pulling him beside her. Something like a gravity pull, or perhaps a magnetic attraction. Whatever the reason he found himself wanting to scoop up with lost girl and fly away with her. He wanted to take him into his arms and soar the clouds with her, to help her escape the hassles of everyday life of a high school freshman.
As he turned his head to see her enter the hall, feeling a nag in the back of his head the pulled him away from his conversation with his friend, his breath was lost. He got a bright glare from her long red hair, that he was sure would make any sunrise jealous. It seemed to circle her face in flowing loose curls. It was like a blanket of security perhaps that color was meant to scare off any predator. The fire color could be used as a visional remember not to touch, like the animals in the wild that use visual clues to tell the outside world how dangerous they were. However, he was not scared. He was not a predator but a protector. Her pasty white skin against such a loud color of hair as astounding. He felt his heart skip several beats and all of a sudden everyone else was gone. He could imagine them in their own world, him and this red haired stranger. He did not know her name, but yet he felt like he had known her for years. Something inside of him made him glide to her side. Without another word to his friends that were encircled by his locker he was beside this stranger in a matter of moments.
She seemed very startled when he suddenly appeared beside her. She had been looking at her schedule and the map of the school trying to figure out exactly where she was and where she had to go. Not of a moment had she noticed anyone else in the crowded hall. She had become part of her own world. A world of books and hallways. Her thoughts involved only the safest place to escape the scene of the hallway. She longed to be inside the next classroom where she could sit in the back of the classroom and disappear. She thought if she was lucky she could go unnoticed for the rest of the school year when her family would move once more. She was sure they would be moving again, they always moved every summer. Her father was a solider in the army and the job took her and her family away too many countries. The school she stood in right now was just another stop on the long journey until she was an adult and could make decisions for herself. She wanted to be lost in the crowd and does nothing that would make her miss this stop, so when he came up behind her the defenses went up instantly.
He was tall, probably a foot her so over her and his dark hair was very short with a short spike on top of his head. She would have found him handsome and could have gotten lost in those green eyes if she was not so convinced to leave quietly. He tried to engage her in conversation. It was mostly about helping her but she had heard this conversation start more then once. She was the new girl, like a shiny new toy to a boy that thought he was in love. Love from first sight was never something she believed in and many high school boys tended to use that line very often. He did not go to that line right away which was quite refreshing for a change. He did stumble over simple words trying to help her find her way. She giggled a bit inside herself. It was quite funny to see such a young boy try to impress a girl. Although she was the same age as her fellow classmates she felt so much older. Her past had given her more insight into the real world then any teenager should be exposed to. She felt a little sorry that his honest and innocent soul would one day be tainted by the experiences that he would have as an adult. She had seen war and famine. She had been in the countries where children of her age had to grow up much faster then they should. Many times she had even had to learn to survive on her own.
Living in the United States, for what little time they may be there, gave her a chance to be a kid. Unforanutely, a new setting can not erase emotional scars. So there she was, a wandering freshmen to everyone else, but a grown women inside. She always struggled with the idea not to share her advice of adulthood with the young kids she encountered. She wanted to save many of them from knowing lose and the emotional upheavals that came with growing up. If she could she would scoop them all up in her arms and tell them about the ways of the world. She would tell them all about the sickness that reigns in many countries. She would tell them all about how many dreams they have right now would not come true. She would tell them about the realty that is the outside world. The building they all stood in was like a prison. A safe prison. It gave the false hope that their lives would always be great and what they wanted them to be. This adorable boy that had come to her ’rescue’ had no idea where he would be in ten years. He had no idea of all the pain he would experience. All she knew was that she did not want to be part of that pain.
He tried to ask her if he could help her. For some reason his voice seemed to crack and his words were very fumbled. He did not know what was coming over him. He had never felt this way about anyone before. His composure was usually very cool and smooth. He found it even harder to talk to her when she seemed to be ignoring, or maybe just not caring about what he wanted to say to her. He wanted so bad to tell her about the feeling he had inside of him. He wanted to say how he had never felt this way before, but he was scared that she would run off and he would never see her again. Knowing her for exact five minutes or so already told him that he would fall apart if she would to leave him. It took all the strength he had not to take her into his arms and wrap her in them. He wanted to pull her tightly against him. He wanted to fell her heartbeat next to his. He wanted to spend every moment of his very existence next to her. However, as the first bell rang and the lost red haired stranger found her classroom, he remembered where he had to be. It was so hard to leave her side, but he knew that in just one short hour he would find her again. He did not know how, but somehow he would find her.
She was very grateful to find her first class shortly after he appeared beside her. Having to see him struggle much longer would have made her breakout in a giggle. He was cute and seeing in uncomfortable was a bit amusing. She walked into the classroom to find it not very unusual. It was painted with an olive green color, many sciences believed this color help students study better. She sighed heavily. If only the same people that painted this room understood that the fact that there was building that students could come to learn made the students learn better. She sat herself in the back of the classroom, just as planned, and waited for the bell to ring. One more hour of torture after another. She knew that torture was not really the name for it; she knew what true torture really was. This did not compare. There were, however, many other places she would rather be then trapped in the green walls of building. She looked out the window longing to be in a field of wildflowers running free. Free from all thoughts and all people. She could spend many hours, perhaps even days in her imaginary field. She could sleep under the stars with no fear of bombs going off in the distance. She could leave her physical and emotional self vulnerable to the outside world. In her paradise there was no one else. She had spent many hours in her fifteen years imagining her world. It was a world of peace and happiness, where the hand of some glory miracle wiped away all of her memories. It was the place she could feel at home, a place she would never have to leave.
She found a teardrop falling across her check as she thought of her special place. This was often the case when she was imagining the place where she thought she truly belonged. The field was not in a country but off in its own distance. It was not ruled by presidents, martial law, or any other type of government. It was a place of freedom. She knew that she would never find this place, but sometimes just thinking of this place gave her heart some peace. Sometimes it made her sad, for the longing of some place that was like this made her even more aware of her situation. If only…this was the thoughts that often crossed her mind. She did not how that sentence would end but she knew it would be in happiness. She would find a field of wild flowers, mostly purple. Purple was her favorite color. There was a tree that stood in the middle of the field where she would often fall asleep, or maybe absorb herself in one of the many books she was currently reading. Her books too gave her the escape that she longed for. She liked books of fantasy where the biggest problem was where to hide the dragon. The only problem with books is that they too had conflicts, although most of the time they were resolved in a good way. In a way that made everyone grow to be better people or animals. Good was known to tribute over evil very often. This was not the case of the reality life she lived in. This was the false truth that the fellow classmates that were entrapped in the ugly green room believed in.
He was there after the bell waiting for her. She was very surprised to see him there. She did not know where he had come from after the first class of the day, but she had not accepted to see him there. For a moment she let the surprise spread onto her face. She tried really quickly to disguise her feelings. It was too late he had seen the smile that came across her face. It had lit up him like a Christmas tree. He was glad to see some emotion on her face. Even happier that it was a good emotion that he believed he had brought on himself.
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