Two Words

I was never the type of guy to believe in love, this was probably because of my past experience with my ex-girlfriend Julia. She was the love of my life; her long black silky hair fell right above her shoulders, her big brown eyes that could light up my whole day just by looking up at me. She was beautiful, even amazing. "You never really realize what you have until it's gone." My mom would always tell me when I would complain about something. I never really understood until now.

I awoke to the loud sound of my alarm clock stinging in my ears. As I turned to hit it, to get the damn thing to shut up, I realized the time. The clock read 8: 28. I quickly threw the black and grey covers off of my tired body and started rummaging through my closet searching for a decent pair of clothes to wear. I grabbed the first thing that my hands could feel, I through it on my body and ran out the door.

I jumped into Morty and turned the key in the ignition ...nothing "God damn it!" I screamed while pounding my fists against the steering wheel. I stammered out onto the street and started up the sidewalk.

By the time I got to school, I had already missed first period, due to my slow paced wander.

I entered the room of my English class and sat down. The class was working on an assignment that I was too late to get the instructions on. A subtle tap on my right shoulder startled me. It was that dorky girl Clare Edwards. She sat behind me in Mrs. Dawes class. I turned around see her sitting there with her arms crossed over her chest. I never really noticed how pretty she was.

Her dirty blond curls bounced just above her shoulders, her big blue velvet eyes staring up at me. It took me a moment to realize I was staring out into space.

"What are you staring at?" her voice rang like wind chimes.

"clearly nothing important" i wise-cracked

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm your new English partner Clare, and you're late."

Before i could speak mrs. Dawes broke in

"Elijah Goldsworthy- I see you're late, again. But instead of detention, I want you to stay after with your partner and work on your project. Consider that you r detention" Mrs. Dawes the English teacher protested. Everything about her is boring. Her short dark brown hair and her big round silver glass frames were especially boring today.

At the end of the day I went to my locker to pick up my books before meeting Clare after school. I slowly approached my locker as Clare Edwards was standing there waiting for me.

"I guess I have a locker stalker now?" I remarked

"I guess you do"

"Then its official" I declared

We looked into each other's eyes and she grabbed hold of my arm and lunged herself forward.