My Own Personal Ghost
Chapter 2 - Black And White
This chapter is dedicated to directioner 4 life
* I turned around and saw a girl. It wasnt her though. This girl had white blonde hair and happened to be my ex girlfriend. She looked at me with a concerned face, her dark eyes melting into her lifeless face. No her eyes did not melt in her face but they were so dull and tears fell down them while her body grew more and more pale. I looked at her in worry then blinked feeling a cold burst of air rush past me. I turned around seeing nothing then looked back to Caroline. She was no longer crying and had a warm summer tan while she looked at me with the same concerned look I recently gave her. It was all in my head, but why would I imagine that of Caroline?
"Harry?" she asked, "are you okay?"
"I- erm..." I stuttered then nodded my head looking back in the way the cold wind blew. "Yeah. I'm fine... just didn get much slep last night. Did you see a girl out here?" I asked looking around then went back to locking my eyes on her brown ones. Her dark lashes fliped up and down while she blinked and I felt like the world was going slow for me. She pulled me back to class and I sat in my cold plastic like seat once more. The teacher watched me closely the rest of class while I payed her little to no attention. She walked around in her tight bun and long floral dress fit for my grandmother yet she looked maybe 30 years of age at most. I use to find the teacher attractive until she gave me a detention and I found out that she had a child who is now a 14 year old freshman. The poor woman apparently was raped when she was a teenager and didnt have the heart to put the child up for abortion or adoption which I think is brave but also possibly the reason why she comes to school crying sometimes. I feel bad for her but not bad enough to like her. She is my teacher anyways.
The entire class time I drew. I drew as many pictures as I could until the images appeared like her. I smiled happy with what I had drawn then the bell rang signaling me to stand up. The echoed sound in my ears didnt have that effect on me though I was too proud of my drawing to even move. I had her, I had her in front of me to look at whenever I wanted. My teacher was near my desk once more and looking down at the image.
"That's lovely Harold but how about you save your talent for art class."
I was slightly frustrated by her comment even if she was telling me I had talent in art. One reason being that I couldnt hold off the ability to look at her endlessly. I was that much closer to the real girl because now I had a tangible image of her. I looked up at the woman in glasses and gave a stare for her to move aside then gave a huff knowing that I was being rude.
"Thank you for the compliment but this really couldnt wait." I said quietly to her then walked away without another glance in her direction. After leaving the classroom I found myself in the hallway walking with this picture hoping that she would appear in it's place. That the grey lines would turn to color and the specks in her eyes would turn the color of grass. I looked at it hopelessly wishing she were really there but all it was at the time was a doodle of a girl from my head. I opened my locker thinking to put it up in there then became afraid that I would lose it. What if someone steals it? I would steal something this beautiful. What if I forget it at the end of the day because I'm in a rush? I would surely hope not to do that.
And so, I ended up bringing the piece of paper into my every class. Adding small details as often as I was given the chance. I wasnt sure if anyone around me saw because I sat in the back of each class. I could just look over their heads to the front of the room then back down to the wooden desk top where my girl sat staring up at me. I looked at her wishing that I could give this lovely image to her, that she would love it and thank me ten fold. Placing her lips on mine and smiling when her small body fit on mine in a hug. I could only wish for such a moment as school went on and I was alone still.
Classes ended and the last loud chime of the day forced itself through out the school and into my ears making me look up at the front of the room where my History teacher stood laughing with the class about some sort of none since about the French and Indian War. Sometimes I swear, we learn American history more than British but our History teacher is a short man with a very predominant American accent. Of course he was teaching us about America, he was from there. I didnt mind though, I liked learning about other places. I shot up from my seat knowing that I was this much closer to sleeping, to seeing her move and speak once more. I smiled and ran my way through the hallway feeling the temperature of the chilly classroom change to the body heat of the people bouncing into me. I made my way to my locker and pulled out some books then began to put the drawing into a notebook of mine before a body ran into me making the image rip from my hands and my body hit the floor. She fell onto me and my entire body had a cold chill with warmth beating behind the cold wanting to come and take hold of my temperature. I ignored the chilling sensation in my body looking frantically over at my picture. The corner of it was torn taking an end of her curly hair off of the picture. I was more worried than I should have been about this.
"You ruined my picture!" I snapped as she rolled off of me and I picked up the small corner hoping to tape it back.
"I'm so sorry!" Her small voice said and my ears perked up at her voice. It was familiar but I just stayed on the drawing.
"Look out where you're going next time." I grunted and stood up never once taking my eyes off of the black and white image before me.
"Erm, I'm sure you can fix it or you can re-do it. I could if you let me have a look. I'm so sorry."
"No, i'll fix it..." I mumbled still mad about the entire situation. The girl of my dreams now has a tear in her. I wanted to break down and cry, it was like I lost a piece of her that I could never get back until my slumber. The girl took her hand off of me, I was unaware that she ever even touched me. I looked down where her hand was feeling th heat that wanted to fire up on me finally make its way. It seeped into my skin taking away the coldness that was present before. I looked up seeing only the back of a girl as she walked away with curly dark hair.
* I turned around and saw a girl. It wasnt her though. This girl had white blonde hair and happened to be my ex girlfriend. She looked at me with a concerned face, her dark eyes melting into her lifeless face. No her eyes did not melt in her face but they were so dull and tears fell down them while her body grew more and more pale. I looked at her in worry then blinked feeling a cold burst of air rush past me. I turned around seeing nothing then looked back to Caroline. She was no longer crying and had a warm summer tan while she looked at me with the same concerned look I recently gave her. It was all in my head, but why would I imagine that of Caroline?
"Harry?" she asked, "are you okay?"
"I- erm..." I stuttered then nodded my head looking back in the way the cold wind blew. "Yeah. I'm fine... just didn get much slep last night. Did you see a girl out here?" I asked looking around then went back to locking my eyes on her brown ones. Her dark lashes fliped up and down while she blinked and I felt like the world was going slow for me. She pulled me back to class and I sat in my cold plastic like seat once more. The teacher watched me closely the rest of class while I payed her little to no attention. She walked around in her tight bun and long floral dress fit for my grandmother yet she looked maybe 30 years of age at most. I use to find the teacher attractive until she gave me a detention and I found out that she had a child who is now a 14 year old freshman. The poor woman apparently was raped when she was a teenager and didnt have the heart to put the child up for abortion or adoption which I think is brave but also possibly the reason why she comes to school crying sometimes. I feel bad for her but not bad enough to like her. She is my teacher anyways.
The entire class time I drew. I drew as many pictures as I could until the images appeared like her. I smiled happy with what I had drawn then the bell rang signaling me to stand up. The echoed sound in my ears didnt have that effect on me though I was too proud of my drawing to even move. I had her, I had her in front of me to look at whenever I wanted. My teacher was near my desk once more and looking down at the image.
"That's lovely Harold but how about you save your talent for art class."
I was slightly frustrated by her comment even if she was telling me I had talent in art. One reason being that I couldnt hold off the ability to look at her endlessly. I was that much closer to the real girl because now I had a tangible image of her. I looked up at the woman in glasses and gave a stare for her to move aside then gave a huff knowing that I was being rude.
"Thank you for the compliment but this really couldnt wait." I said quietly to her then walked away without another glance in her direction. After leaving the classroom I found myself in the hallway walking with this picture hoping that she would appear in it's place. That the grey lines would turn to color and the specks in her eyes would turn the color of grass. I looked at it hopelessly wishing she were really there but all it was at the time was a doodle of a girl from my head. I opened my locker thinking to put it up in there then became afraid that I would lose it. What if someone steals it? I would steal something this beautiful. What if I forget it at the end of the day because I'm in a rush? I would surely hope not to do that.
And so, I ended up bringing the piece of paper into my every class. Adding small details as often as I was given the chance. I wasnt sure if anyone around me saw because I sat in the back of each class. I could just look over their heads to the front of the room then back down to the wooden desk top where my girl sat staring up at me. I looked at her wishing that I could give this lovely image to her, that she would love it and thank me ten fold. Placing her lips on mine and smiling when her small body fit on mine in a hug. I could only wish for such a moment as school went on and I was alone still.
Classes ended and the last loud chime of the day forced itself through out the school and into my ears making me look up at the front of the room where my History teacher stood laughing with the class about some sort of none since about the French and Indian War. Sometimes I swear, we learn American history more than British but our History teacher is a short man with a very predominant American accent. Of course he was teaching us about America, he was from there. I didnt mind though, I liked learning about other places. I shot up from my seat knowing that I was this much closer to sleeping, to seeing her move and speak once more. I smiled and ran my way through the hallway feeling the temperature of the chilly classroom change to the body heat of the people bouncing into me. I made my way to my locker and pulled out some books then began to put the drawing into a notebook of mine before a body ran into me making the image rip from my hands and my body hit the floor. She fell onto me and my entire body had a cold chill with warmth beating behind the cold wanting to come and take hold of my temperature. I ignored the chilling sensation in my body looking frantically over at my picture. The corner of it was torn taking an end of her curly hair off of the picture. I was more worried than I should have been about this.
"You ruined my picture!" I snapped as she rolled off of me and I picked up the small corner hoping to tape it back.
"I'm so sorry!" Her small voice said and my ears perked up at her voice. It was familiar but I just stayed on the drawing.
"Look out where you're going next time." I grunted and stood up never once taking my eyes off of the black and white image before me.
"Erm, I'm sure you can fix it or you can re-do it. I could if you let me have a look. I'm so sorry."
"No, i'll fix it..." I mumbled still mad about the entire situation. The girl of my dreams now has a tear in her. I wanted to break down and cry, it was like I lost a piece of her that I could never get back until my slumber. The girl took her hand off of me, I was unaware that she ever even touched me. I looked down where her hand was feeling th heat that wanted to fire up on me finally make its way. It seeped into my skin taking away the coldness that was present before. I looked up seeing only the back of a girl as she walked away with curly dark hair.
Notes
Soooo what does everyone think? Like? No like?I'm just having fun with all the suspense like when the heck is this girl going to show up and was that chick her and like OMG! Haha.
And now, if you liked it please please please comment! I'll give you a shoutout/chapter dedication for your awesomeness.
Opinions or suggestions are always welcomed.
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- Allison
sounds awesome! ill read it :) thanks btw!
9/20/13