An American Girl in a Japanese High School...
I'm walking down the halls, getting stares from everyone that lays their gaze apon me. No one likes me, they don't want me here. But whatever, I don't like them either, and it's not my choice to be here. I stick out like a single flower amongst a vast field of thorns. My bright blonde hair resonating against the dark ebony blacks and the sandelwood browns. I'm taller too, everyone looks so small. Every girl is wearing the standard dress code skirt and shirt. But not me, I asked for the pants suit, I hate dresses. The guys are laughing at me. I feel so out of place...I want to go home...
Sitting in class pretending to be working as usuall. Instead I am writing random words that come to mind. Anything, everything, everything that intregues me. And just as I am about to complete my masterpiece, the instructor snatches it out of my grasp.
"Well, Abby-san...Let share with the rest of the class what you find so important that you feel you must write it down during my class...
As the sun sets into the ocean,
I find myself thinking only of you.
The waves crash against the shore,
And the birds sing quietly in the trees.
I remember our last...before I left,
It was just like this.
The air was sweet like honey,
And the wind was soft like silk.
It was there on that ground,
When we promised to stay together.
I prayed to the heavens above,
Because I feared that once you
Dissappeared from my sight,
It would be the last time I
Layed my eyes on you.
That day you waved from afar,
As I shed my tears of sorrow.
I never wanted to leave your embrace,
Or loose the sound of your voice.
Now I am so far away, that I can't
even reach you....
But...""
"Well, well Abby-san. This is very interesting. Save it for another time." He said as he tossed the notebook back onto my desk. I thought, as the people around me stared and laughed. Class ended as the bell for lunch rang. I made my way outside to the courtyard as quick as possible. Every table that I went to, people scooted across the benches or called someone else over to prevent my sitting down. I gave up and walked over to a willow tree in the middle. I noticed that the branches were low, so I climbed on up.
Suddenly I was at peace, I had found my place. As I was eating my lunch, I began to sketch. My hand just started to move all by itself, but I didn't care. But then someone started to climb up with me. A guy from my class was making his way up to a branch across from me. Here I had found a place to be alone, and now someone finds me. He stared at me as I hardened every muscle in my face and stared back at him with hard, cold, granite eyes.
Finally he spoke,"I heard you poem in class...It was beautiful..."
I couldn't tell if this was a joke or if someone was actually trying to be nice. His sandy brown hair wisped in the wind and the shadows of the leaves danced upon his face while his amber eyes calmly asked the that question mine were.
"Thanks..."
"You miss him huh...?''
The question caught me by suprise, so much by suprise, a single tear streamed down my cheek, which he quickly wiped away with his finger.
"Yeah...more that anything..."
And with his question seeming to be satisfied, he and I quietly ate our lunch together.