Shy

“Bing, bing” The school bell rings letting everyone know there summer is officially over. Every single on of us has been threw the first day many times, but you could still feel the nerves in the air. Once we were all in our seats, the teacher started to take role. Already bored I started to look around, and noticed this girl, she was in jeans and a black hoody trying not to be noticed. When you looked at her you saw the pale sin of her face looking as if she was about to puke. Still not paying attention, I saw her face turn bright red and her hand slow rise to the ceiling she quietly mumbled, “here.” Still continuing to stare at the girl, I saw her face retune to that same pale color as before. Having missed her name I decided to introduce myself. When the teacher wasn’t looking, I turned her and whispered, “Hi my manes Sarah it’s nice to meet you.” Turning that same color red as before, she whispered “hi my names Ashley” almost so quiet I didn’t here it. Ashley didn’t talk for the rest of the hour and a half. As soon as the bell rang she snatched all her stuff and scurried away.

            Later that day my friends and I were sitting around at table in the cafeteria when I noticed Ashley walking in. She went straight to the lunch line with her head pointed straight at the ground the entire time she was getting her food. When she had finished paying she went to this table all by herself. Feeling bad I went to tell her to come sit my friends and I, I finally convinced her but it took awhile. When she scooped up all her stuff, she fallowed me to the table where we were sitting. It almost felt as if she would have rather been alone but I just couldn’t let her sit there all by herself. Ashley didn’t say a world the entire time she was with us. She just sat there with her red face and at her greasy pepperoni pizza. When the bell finally rung letting us know our lunch was over, she let out a sigh of what looked like relief. When Ashley was finally gone I turned towards my friends to listen to what they thought of her.  Standing in the background, I heard one of my friends say,” well that was an interesting lunch.”  Then my best friend added in, “yeah it defiantly was… that girl was sweet we just have to warm her up to our personality.” “She was just too quiet…but we will see what tomorrow brings us. We can crack her out of her shell though!” I added in just before the bell rung for third period.

           

Why?

summer- I see this loving, bright future couple. The girl; black hair, tall, skinny: simply beautiful. The guy; blond hair, blue eyes, varsity football player: the whole nine yards. You see their smiles and their fingers intertwined. But when you tale a steep closer you see how their relationship has already started to deteriorate. So why would you start dating in the first place?

One year later in the fall-she puts up with so much, the cheating, the lying, and the fighting. From what it looks like she's threw with the bull sh*t. Yet at the same time she holds on. So why don't they breakup with each other?

That same year, winter- the constant flow of tears has left her face. She seems happier, no stress weighing her down. She took the chance for happiness and it turns out, the are better off apart. So why did they date?