He walked down the hallway. He was just another face in the crowd. No one noticed his smile or the bounce in his step. In the busy school of 3000 students, he had no one to share his complete and utter joy with. He of course, didn’t mind this small fact. He was happy! Everything seemed brighter now, as if the fluorescent bulbs were trying their absolute hardest to bathe the jam packed corridor with light. Look at that poster! I’ve noticed that before! What a great display of colors and words, that is so beautiful! He thought this as he passed by the poster that displayed the escape plans in case of an emergency. The young student continued down the hallway to his locker. His beautiful, amazing locker that he had been slammed into so many times and that was impossible to open. Today was different. Today it was the greatest storage unit he had ever seen. Something had happened earlier that made his mood sore higher than the ceiling of the auxiliary gym. It happened at the locker he was standing at. A girl had approached him, voluntarily.
The memory was still vivid in his mind, as if it had only happened this morning. That morning he was struggling with the combination to his stupid and worthless locker when a bully shoved him into the cold metal surface. His glasses fell off of his face and shattered when they hit the ground. That was the third broken pair of glasses this year. An unhappy mother would be waiting for him at home. As he bent down to pick up the now worthless spectacles he saw two feet that had not been there just a moment ago. They were two of the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. Enveloped by light blue Asics cross-trainers, the shoes did not simply pass him by, but stood there as if they were waiting for something. But what could they be waiting for? The boy became frantic and started to look up, past the smooth, shiny legs and the oh-so-perfect jean shorts. All the way up to the faded novelty t-shirt. At this point the image grew fuzzy. He could not see her face, so he was forced to stand up and say something to the girl; at least he thought she was a girl. He rose from his crouching position and gulped. He looked into the eyes of the most exquisite face he had ever seen. Her eyes were a deep green, with a nose like a perfectly smooth pebble. Her cheeks were as rough as velvet and her forehead fit perfectly in with the rest of her face. Not too big and not too small, like a puzzle piece. Her lips curved in the exact shape God intended and her chin tied the whole face together. Her hair was a red, so vibrant that it appeared that her head was sincerely on fire. But that was alright, it seemed to warm him from the inside out. And her ears, oh how her ears were curvy and were accented perfectly by the lovely diamond earrings she had on. Her teeth were a shade of white so bright that it was difficult for the boy not to squint as he starred blankly at her.
On the other side of this equation was the boy. He was practically nothing to look at. His face was as plain as the school lunch he was digesting. His clothing actually took away most of his identity rather than add to it. His tiny frame quivered as he looked longingly at the angelic creature in front of him. He longed to say a word, any word would do. That is all he wanted. However, nothing would come out. He simply stood there, transfixed.
By this time the encounter had begun to garner attention by a large portion of the student body. They had never seen anything like this before. How could THAT girl approach THAT guy? It simply wasn’t possible. But when the collection of people began to think about this odd spectacle they realized how absolutely adorable the notion was. A popular and beautiful girl, possibly interested in the most uninteresting person in school, HOW PRECIOUS!
Suddenly the bell rang and the boy was jerked from his fond memory of that morning. He collected his books from the best storage unit in the world and continued on his way to his biology class.
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