Every day I see her. Whether it is in the halls or in class and she is beautiful, even if she is wearing jeans with holes and a tattered t-shirt. Her hair is long and gorgeous. When I look at her I look at her for the first time because she is ever changing. She will never be one person; she is a thousand different people. Her many faces make up her face and I want to know them all. If only I could just speak in her presence.
I look to my right and there she is. Her hair is up exposing her neck and I sigh. She looks up and stares at me, her grey eyes are stormy. She's hurt. And when she hurts I hurt. I wave and she waves back. I turn my head to my literature text book and smile.
"Okay, class, we are going to do an activity" Mr Hadding says clasping his hands together. "I want you to think of a sentence that describes everything"
Everyone looks around because we don't exactly know what he means. But I close my eyes and really think. People start shouting out random answers like pornography and bad reality TV shows. I open my eyes and I look over at the girl, and she is staring at the board. I suddenly know what I need to say and so I say it
"My world has never been more alive and more perfect, but it has never been so dead"
The teacher claps and some of my classmates but they don't know what I'm really talking about. They think that I am talking about everything but they don't know that I am talking about the girl one to my right and two down.
Walking home from school has always been my favourite part of the day. Sometimes I see her sitting down at her favourite coffee house. It's called Remy's, occasionally I go there because I might see her but I usually don't. But the coffee is nice.
Hiking my backpack up even more I decide to look up. Everything seems different. People walk and look down as if they're criminals doing hard labour and paying off their debts, ridding themselves of their sins. But seeing the city from a new perspective makes me appreciate it. I squint toward the sun admiring the view and basking in the light and then I hear her. She's calling out. I turn around out of habit because whenever she speaks I'm mesmerised. She smiles and waves and comes to a stop in front of me. For a moment I'm confused.
"Hey" she says quietly, "I'm Annabeth Chase"
"I know" I say just as quietly "I'm Perseus Jackson, but everyone calls me Percy"
She sticks out her hand and I take it. Her hand is small but it's rough as if she has laboured. She drops her hand and folds them in front of her body. "I really liked what you said, you know, in literature today, I thought it was really… profound" she says as a blush spreads over her cheeks.
I blush too, at her compliment and because of our interaction. "Thanks" I say looking down at the ground.
"Well, see you soon Percy, have a good weekend now" she almost whispers as she runs off
I stand there for a little while longer, gobsmacked at what just happened and then I smile. Not one of those half assed ones like 'yeah your joke was funny' but one of those ones where it physically hurts your face and you can't stop because you're just so happy. Because right now, my world has never been more alive.