As I walk home I clutch my journal closer to my chest as the wind makes shivers down my spine. I feel the light tap of rain drops drip on my shoulders and begin to run towards the subway station which was only a few feet away. I race down the stairs and hurry to my stop, I look at the clock and it should be here any minute. I tap my foot impatiently and move my backpack from one shoulder to the other.
Soon the train arrives and I sit down in a single seated corner. I open my journal and pull a pen out from my pocket before glancing around the train. My eyes landed on a young boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I had seen him around the school, he usually hung with the girl with the long blonde hair.
Words flowed through my fingers and soon my master piece was completed.
Mr Perfect
Everyone thinks he is the perfect boy, with perfect grades and a perfect life, and if that is what you believe then you are totally wrong.
There is more to him then people will ever know, but most judge him like a book by its cover. He is not 'Mr perfect' the one stereo type people hold against him.
He wants to break free from the mask that hides the true him. So, he will come to decision, to escape his stereo typical life, or to continue to follow like a sheep in its flock.
By looking at him you can see the certain interest in the world, a long for more than life gives him. However he keeps himself from straying away to a far off place, with a better life, one that he can create for himself.
I look away from my journal and glance towards the next stop. Realizing at the last second that I have to get off, I sprinted off the train and onto the crowded platform.
Weaving in and out of the crowded street I arrive at the front of John Quincy Adams. I walk into the school and towards my locker when I hear a buzz from my phone. I look down to read, 'Riley the loner.' From the same unknown number. I sigh before taking my stuff and walking into history class. I plonk myself in the seat my dad situated for me at the front. I glanced towards the door waiting for my father/ Mr Matthews instead I saw Mr Perfect. Our eyes locked for a single moment but he looked away to find none other than the Girl with the Long Blonde hair. Chatter slowly filled the room and I sat in silence waiting for my father to enter. I feel once again another text and my eyes shot down to read, 'You shouldn't even sit at the front, such a loser.'
I slumped into my chair, my eyes the only thing above the desk.
"Alright class, take your seats." My dad says as he bursts into the room. I sit up and open my text book. The rest of the day and eventually I was back in my room, sitting on my bay window alone.
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