Hiya! ^^ Okay, here's my stupid English paper I had to write about a "Wild Woman" in my life-lol.
Keep in mind that I wrote most of this during lunch, hence not spending very much time on it....so it's far from my best work, but, hope you enjoy anyways ^^
~ Fantasy Hearts
It seemed like a pretty safe bet at first. Both of us regretted even going to the get together in the first place, and so that is how we found each other's eyes peering out from opposite corners of the room. She nodded slowly through her long black bangs, indicating that she was fully aware of my existence, something that no one else seemed to bother even trying. Unaware of what I was doing, I stood and took the countless steps to the other side of the room with hesitance. During this time I carried out one of the automatic human habits that we all perform each day. I judged her. She was a thin girl, not extremely tall, but taller than myself. Her hair was pulled back from her face (except those long, chunky bangs) and was gathered into a messy yet elegant bun at the back of her head. I searched in vain for any indication of emotion peeking through her pale skin and endless-pool eyes.
As I neared her, I put out a shaking hand. She was on her feet before I could even introduce myself, and a pale, black-finger nailed hand enclosed firmly around mine. With a quick jolt from her steady arm I was pulled a half a step closer to her. "Ayisha Villmen." Her words were an icy whisper that numbed my already startled mind and senses. "A...Ashley Stevens," I stammered back. Now, from this first description, one might judge Ayisha as a depressed, "gothic" teen with a quiet nature and cold exterior. This is what I believed from my first impression of her. "Yes," I thought, "this is a very safe bet indeed." I had pictured us sitting there for the duration of the party, silent, undisturbed. Oh how I was very wrong with this assumption, for I was completely oblivious as to what was going to happen next.
It was around the time when the old boom box was plugged in. To my surprise, the group actually played songs that I had come to really enjoy…she was apparently fond of them as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a silent smile trickle up Ayisha’s delicate cheeks and sense a type of energy or driving force bubbling up within her. She must have been holding in her passionate emotions (unknown to me at the time) for a while by the time I had even noticed them, for, right in the middle of the song “Move Your Feet” she sprang up off of the floor and started dancing. She was very talented at this. It was only when I got to know her more that I discovered how she felt about music. How it coursed through her veins and that, those quick dance moves, somehow, actually calmed her mind and relaxed her rather tense muscles. I will never forget that moment. The shock of seeing a shy, quiet girl (such as myself) completely transform in a matter of seconds right before my eyes. To witness the joy exploding through the tips of her fingers and her eyes, almost illuminating them, to stare in awe and wonder as her previously emotionless face unraveled into a beaming smile. Her giggles alone lit up the whole room as she gracefully swung her hips this way and that, side stepped, and swung her arms to and fro. This Ayisha was not what is considered “emo” today, nor was she as quiet as I thought she would be...I guess she just had to...open up.
After this incident, I no longer underestimated the extent at which Ayisha could choose to be either an introvert or extrovert, but never did I think she could message that power onto me. That day was a particularly overcast one, when our friendship was still green and being molded. It had, in fact, rained that morning, for I remember the dew drops sparkling with the sun's brilliance on the periwinkle petals. The two of us were walking to school, for (as I found out after her first little dancing outburst) she had recently moved to the street that branched off at the end of ours and so lived just around the corner. We had hung out the night before, spending countless hours at the park letting the gentle breeze sway us while sitting on the swings or lying on the crisp green lawn gazing up at the stars. I cannot recall most of the things we talked about during that time; after all we had just met a few days before, and so were still getting to know each other. The next day, however (after we had been dismissed from our first class of the day) she brought up one of our previously discussed topics with another person: video games. Ayisha and I had discovered (while pointing out the big dipper in the night sky) that we both felt very passionate about the Final Fantasy game series, and so, I found it very easy to fall into the smooth cradle Ayisha had built for me. Even though I did not know the person she opened the conversation up to very well, I did not tighten up or nervously stumble over what I wanted to say (like I usually did back then.) This fact scared me at first, for I would have never noticed if Ayisha hadn't pointed it out to me on our walk home from school that afternoon. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" All I could do was look at her, utterly puzzled. She giggled and gently nudged me with her elbow, "Talking to that guy about F.F." Despite my hardest efforts, a small gasp was emitted from my lungs. I smiled, in embarrassment at first, but then in joy. No one was ever able to make me do such a thing before, and I felt so blessed for Ayisha giving me that simple gift of comfort in a situation I previously would have run away from. That day, I believe, was the beginning of a change in me, and through the passing months, Ayisha further nurtured me into being fully relaxed around others and unafraid to be my own person.
Ayisha and I no longer see each other. Shortly after our second semester together started, Ayisha and her family were forced to move to Indiana for her mom's job. Unfortunately, with her went the gift she had given me. Mourning the loss of contact with a dear friend, I slowly began to wither away to my past self. Through time, I had snuggly fastened the mask back on that Ayisha had so meticulously and gently pealed away. I had lost all hope, once again. Then, out of the blue (pure Ayisha style) I received a letter in the mail. From the look of things, it had been lost several times, and so, had traveled through at least three extra states than what it should have. I read that familiar handwriting:
"E-mail me sometime about Final Fantasy, will ya?" If my brother wouldn't half laughed at me about my silly idea to frame that e-mail address of hers, I very well would have. It's been a little more than a few years since I put that mask on, but I'm slowly pealing it off again. I feel that I have to...it's my promise to the "Wild Woman" in my life: Ayisha Villmen.
Yeah...it's long--but you asked for it! lol ^^
~ Fantasy Hearts
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I really know this person -whistles while looking around the room-