When I was younger I truly believed that the world was just like one of the fairy tales my father used to read to me before bed. I just knew that one day my prince charming would come and find me and whisk me away. We would ride off into the sunset and live together forever. Ha what a load.
He doesn't even know I exist. At least that is what I like to tell myself. I'm sure even though he doesn't actually know my name; though I have told him at least a hundred times, he knows who I am. Actually I'm positive he does. I'm odango atama. Maybe I should start from the beginning.
The annoying screech of my alarm clock woke me. Now I know from many previous experiences that if I hit the snooze button even once I will never make it to school in time. But alas no one ever said I was that smart, so sure enough I hit it anyway. At 7:30 it's the sound of my mother's voice waking me from a glorious dream. I don't know why she always yells and gives me the look you know which one I'm talking about. It's not like it's going to change anything. I jump out of my bed searching desperately for my uniform. I know I left it around here somewhere. Finding it is easier said than done as its hiding very well under the homework I "forgot" to do last night. Shrugging it on I try to pat out some of the wrinkles and grab a brush. Now my hair is my joy. When it's down it hangs by ankles so I have to wrap it up in this weird hairstyle. It's kind of like two buns on the side of my head except they are wrapped around my pigtails. It's all mechanical now; I have had the same hairstyle for years. So wrapped up in getting ready I don't watch where I'm going as I'm heading out my room. My klutziness or gravity as I call it catches up with me and next thing I know I'm eating carpet and tumbling head over heels down the stairs. Again this is nothing unusual. By the time the room stops spinning I have a mere ten minutes to make the twenty minute trip to school. Mom knowing my bad habits is holding out my lunch so I don't even have to stop on my way out. "Bye mom," I call out. Honestly I don't know if she heard me I'm already down the road. Running with Olympic speed and plowing through other helpless pedestrians I hit a brick wall. At least that's what it felt like. I fly back and land on my not so cushy behind.
"Gomenasai" I say getting to my knees and bowing down.
"Oh just fantastic" the brick wall replies. He doesn't offer to help me up or accept my apology."Watch where you're going kid." I look up and my eyes connect with his. They are a gorgeous deep blue, so deep I catch myself drowning in them. I am mesmerized and I can picture him as my prince riding in on a black stallion. The 8 o'clock bell chimes and snaps me out of my reverie. Blue eyes is gone.