In every story there is always a main character that has a pretty tough life, and has to do something about it. I read, and I read these stories. But all I get from them is jealousy. The adventures they go on, the people they meet, the battles they win. And then almost always it ends well. I guess I still read to find a story like mine, and maybe it too ends good, or maybe it wont. So until I find this story, I wont stop reading these stories… Until one day, I'll have my own story to tell. That has an ending.
"And even though the future isn't clear, as long as I have my friends, I know I can pull through." I read out loud. "The End." I slam the book shut and sigh.
'So this book wasn't the story I was looking for either.' I thought to myself. Frustrated, I slide the book away, and choose another book from my pile. I tried my best to ignore the stares of a few people around me. 'Guess I should stop being so loud. But they never come up to me to tell me to be quiet.' I sighed again and opened the book to the first page. ' If only someone would, maybe life would become something amazing like all the books I read.'
I stare at the first sentence. I hate the book already. Not because it doesn't catch my attention, but because it DOES. It just bugs me. This is going to be another amazing tale. And life for me will go on…Un-amazingly.
"Too bad I don't have the power to jump into books." I whispered to myself.
"Well, you can in a way, cant you?"
I looked to my right and for the first time, noticed that I was no longer the only one sitting at my back table. I looked into the face of a boy I've never seen before. He had straight dark brown hair that reached his eyes, which were hazel, and he also was wearing a small smile on his face that made him have a dimple. Compared to my light brown hair that is considered long and wavy, my own hazel eyes, and my own dimple, he was above average looking. And I felt he should be a main hot guy in a story, and I would be the invisible girl in the background looking from afar. 'This is weird.' I thought.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself." He continued when I didn't say anything. "It's just, some books are so good, that it seems to bring you into its world. You know?"
I snapped out of my dream world. "Um, yea. I agree. But that…" I stopped and looked down at my book. "That isn't really what I meant." I sighed, still looking down at my book. "Its just that sometimes the stories are just so amazing compared to my own life, that I wish I could just live in one. Go on an epic adventure, meet people, battle…" I stopped again and looked back up at him. "You know?"
The boy nodded and his smile grew. Then he crosses his arms over his chest and says, "That's really something. Sometimes I find myself thinking the same. But I try to make the best out of the life I have." He shrugs.
I feel my face burn with blush when I realize I just had a conversation with a total stranger, for the first time. Somebody actually communicated with me after what had befallen me. That's never happened before. I don't have friends, and I excel in everything, so I don't need to go to classes at school.
'I don't know what to say.' I started to freak out.
But he didn't seem fazed, weird-ed out, or itching to leave by the looks of it. I flinched when he reached out his hand in a greeting. "My name's Isaac Conwells."
It's a good thing I recover fast. I took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, my name is Maya Mays."
His brow lifts a little in question. "Not to be rude, but do you always flinch when people greet you?" He laughs a little.
Crap, as a first meeting, this is not the way I planned it to go. I put my hands in my lap. "Um…I'm just not really used to it." I said, staring down at my hands.
"I'm sorry to hear that…" He pauses and then I look up at him to find him looking intently at me, his eyes filled with emotion. "You must be that Maya. The genius girl who spends her days reading books in the library. So you never have to go to class, at all?" He asks.
Puzzled, I answer with a question. "What do you mean? Everyone talks about me? What do they say?" OK, maybe more than one question.
He leans back in his chair and runs his hand through his hair. " Well, rumor is that you…" He stops with a worried expression on his face. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes." I say a little too quickly. "Please." I finish.
His smile is sad. "Well I guess the first rumor is true. That you are almost always in the back of the library hidden behind a shelf. And that you aren't used to people coming to talk to you. They say you don't have friends."
"It's true." I say sadly. "What else?" I ask.
"Well, they say that when your Father died a year ago, your mother went a bit crazy and tried to kill you because you looked nothing like him." I flinched. And his face fell. "Please tell me that's not true."
"It's a long story. Shall I tell you all of it so maybe you can stop bad rumors? Well, I don't mind either way but… Would you listen?" I asked hearing emotion creeping into my voice. 'It'll be a first telling someone.' I thought with a sad smile.
"Of course." He smiled back.
So I began to tell my sad story to this boy I just met. But I didn't care, I finally got to speak.