There it stood. At five feet, seven inches...approximately. I only stood at five feet, so everything seemed gigantic to me. I was in mid step in front of a wall of glass windows that sheltered the main office. I starred through my reflection and locked onto him. His eyes remained shadowed under ebony bangs that scattered across his forehead and laid in a bed head style towards the back of his neck. He wore a collared, black button down dress shirt and a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He fidgeted slightly, turning his back as if he knew I was gawking and slowly swiped his hand across his forehead.
At that moment, the second hand ticking away on my life froze solid. I felt as if I was watching a film unravel before my emerald eyes as he silently argued with the receptionist. I assumed she was holding a copy of his past school records as she pointed out certain sections furiously, and glared at him from under crimson glasses rims. He listened, letting her ramble on with her frustrations, though by his stance, he was completely disconnected from the conversation. He tapped his foot in agitation, which was connected to a boot leg cut vintage jean leg. My eyebrows arched higher as the character in the film hit an intimate moment with the female assisting lead role.
His porcelain hand slid over her desk, and gently clasped the useless pieces of paper from her clenched fists. While she never broke eye contact, her facial expression dropped into a dream like expression as he pushed back his bangs over his eyes once more. I inched closer to the door, with my nose pressed against the glass window. I was completely trapped on the outside of this fantasy world, desperately desiring to shed off reality and walk into his world. My fingers searched helplessly for the door handle, with my eyes widening to gather more of this scene into my mind.
I carefully watched the woman behind the desk begin to stumble over her speech as she seemed to fall deeper into her own day dreams. The boys cheek raised upwards as a small grin spread over his lips and then suddenly, the receptionist blinked away her dreams and let the boy withdraw his papers completely from her reach. My fingers found the door handle at last, and in desperation, slowly began to press downwards only to discover my strength was not enough.
This was a sickening pinch from reality, and I struggled mindlessly to break away and escape into this fantasy film. I could feel the credits about to scroll over my eyes as he took a step back, and I became frantic trying to slam my weight against the door. The grin was fading as he spun on his heel, and caught me wrestling with the monstrous door. I screamed in my head, scolding myself for looking like such an idiot before my personal film star. He seemed amused as he pushed through door and
watched me step aside to make room for him to pass.
Although I easily created enough of a gap for him, his arm brushed coolly against mine, and sent an electrical surge through my arm and into my heart. The surge jump started my lungs and allowed me to breathe again. I stood for half a second, letting my stale breath rush over my lips and tried very hard to regain my composure. Minutes passed, and when I was finally satisfied with my stability, the final bell rang and completely shattered my composure again. I shrieked to myself, and turned to see the hallway flooding with zombie-like creatures roaming to their lockers. I scanned over the sea of the
walking dead, and found the stylish silhouette to be missing.