So crap givers, it’s about to get sappy and serious so grab your tissues and Ben and Jerry’s. Okay, hold the tissues, there’s no crying in blogging, but Ben and Jerry’s is always a good idea. 

As a creative writing minor, I sometimes get ideas in my head that somehow end up on paper, whether they should or shouldn’t. For example, when I think of a really good phrase/idea, I write it down and then work around it. This is something I wrote a while ago, and have decided to share. So save your judgement, it’s Monday. Hope you enjoy…or don’t. I don’t really give a crap.

“She sat alone, even though she had no reason to. The other girls seemed to like her, even going as far as approaching her and offering her a seat at their lunch table. But she always smiled, politely refused, and returned to her beat up library book with the cover half on. I didn’t even know people still checked out library books. I don’t know why she did that, and more importantly, why did it bother me? But more so than bother, it fascinated me. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to know her. It was as if she was a magnetic force pulling me into her world no matter what I did to avoid it. When I walked into school, she was there. If I went to practice, she was there. When I pumped gas into my car, she was there. And not in a creepy way, but it was as if she was meant to be there. I don’t know why I felt like I was meant to know her. I didn’t even know her name yet. Was I an idiot or was the universe telling me something? 

She wasn’t hot, but something about her made me want to go up to her and introduce myself. My friends would laugh or judge me because she wasn’t a typical bottle blonde or a size two. I sometimes felt like I was friends with the wrong people, and I always felt like I didn’t belong. She wasn’t hot enough to be seen with us, but she was beautiful to me. Not the kind of beauty that jumps at you from across the room, grabs your attention or mesmerizes you with her hot body or perfect hair. Nothing about her screamed “hot”. She was a kind of beautiful only her eyes could express, as though she could share a thousand words in a single blink. You could never tell what was going on in her head. But for some reason everyone wanted to know. That’s why we were drawn to her. But no one was quite as drawn as I was.

She wasn’t weird, but my friends described her as “off”. She was gorgeous, like a blazing fire. Something you know that will hurt you if you touch it, but you can’t keep your eyes off of it anyway. You sit there wondering what would happen if you got the courage to reach out your hand. But with her, I threw my caution to the wind. All of that didn’t matter. I was too intrigued now. I stood up and aimlessly walked over, half conscious of what I was doing. I didn’t wonder what anyone would think, it was an impulse. At first she didn’t notice. I stood there awkwardly as her green eyes were hidden by her dark and frizzy curls. I cleared my throat, and suddenly the book went down and the hidden eyes met mine. She looked at me like I was a blank canvas, but as far as I was concerned, she just transformed me into a masterpiece.”