first post

well guys, this is the first piece of any writing that i have shared with someone. let alone the people that read this blog. it kind of erupted out of staying home sick... well, here goes

It all started while I was waiting. You know, for something to happen. Not like the train arriving, or four o’clock to finally arrive and for the last bell to ring, but for something big. I could feel it teasing me from the horizon, and I knew it was coming soon. It felt, as weird as it sounds, as if I had been waiting my whole life for something like this to happen. I was just sitting in my cracked blue plastic chair in English class, looking at the time. It had stopped. The time had actually stopped. Fuck. The minute hand jumped back into place, and my self-pity dissolved as the clocks righted themselves. Aha! I wasn’t waiting for something: I was waiting for someone. The light hit me! It was a girl. She was going to come into my life, and I would change forever. Yes, that was exactly it. My life now had a purpose! Just like that.

The hour long walk home from school had never seemed more than a boring routine that had to be practiced, but today it was the transition from boredom to my real life. It had to happen soon. The long lonely weekend awaited me, but this time it was wrapped in the hope of her arrival. Sleep could only arrive too slowly as Saturday, yes Saturday, approached.

Maybe it was the cicadas, or the wind, that stirred me. I knew I had to move. I pulled on my jeans and a jacket while I tiptoed downstairs. Snow flurried down, and the streetlamp cast the world into an ethereal atmosphere. I stuffed my hair into a hat and climbed out the window, taking care not to wake the dog. Naturally, my normal modus operandi would be to exit through the door, but setting off alarms just don’t seem too appealing to me. Where to go, where to go… I set off at a steady run down the street that I happened to be on. As the snow began to come down harder, I ran faster and faster until I was sprinting down the road like a maniac. As I approached the exit onto the highway, I saw a lone car cruising rather slowly along Route 128. Not surprising considering it was 4am. Then a thought hit me – it must be her. It had to be her. She was driving to meet me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, around the bend, toward the bright lights of the highway. She was almost here, waiting in that front seat to pick me up.

Please, come to me! I stood in the road, watching her smiling face. She was beautiful. It was like sunrise over the ocean. As the car sped closer, she kept on smiling. She was only a few feet away now; I could trust her. She was bringing me with her. I was ready to let go… She was mouthing something to me. It must have been, “I love you”.