Wednesday, June 27, 2007

A sort of, kind of encounter ...pt. 2 of Magnolia
Tobin blathered on about the biology of the animal cell, it did not hold my attention. Luckily the bell came swift and loud to signal the end of the "meaningful" class and ushered in lunch. The six new students left their tables so quick it was as if they had never existed. I got up, tired from the same old boring routine i had grow acustomed to and rushed to my locker. I stuck my ipod in my ears and turned on the loudest rock song i could find, i tended to ignore lyrics now because they all gave the same message in one way or another. Instead i listened to the instrumentals, memorizing the chords and melodies until i could practically write the music on paper. But being so concentrated on the music, i tended to not pay attention to where i was walking...not that it was unusual other wise. I was midway to my small bottom locker when i ran into something cold, hard, and unmoveable. I looked up from the pink nylon floor to see i had smashed right into one of the new kids. Great first impression. "Uhhhh....Sorry," I shyly stated, not making eye contact with the stranger. "It's quite alright, " said the unfamiliar angel voice. With a voice so musical i had to look up to see the face where it had come from. I was stunned by its astonishing beauty. His face was pale, but not in the sickly way. His eyes were emerald green like actual emeralds, the color was so concentrated it took my breathe away. He had amazing black hair that, though messy, it was an organized beauty. He looked inhuman but not in the monstrous way...he was like an angel sent to baffle my thoughts and play with my heart strings. "My name is Milo. And yours would be?" His voice nearly sung the words it was that amazing. "I'm Sophia...but i prefer Sophi." I blushed, unable to gaze into his perfect face, but i was tempted to. I felt so ugly next to his astonishing looks. He was about 5'11'' so i didnt have to look to high to see his face. He wore a tan sweater (and i thought this was crazy seeing as the weather here was 109) and nice blue jeans (ones that didnt go down to his ankles like every other guy here). I was on cloud nine...my mind had been thrown into a weird dream like state but, this was only my begining.

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