4.

Finally, it was Monday, the day of the interview to enrol in my new school possibly. I inspected the way I looked in the mirror, I looked at my pin-straight dark brown hair, my grey eyes that changed colour depending on my mood, my full lips I had put chapstick on, my long eyelashes accentuated with mascara, my perfectly epilated eyebrows, my skin was pale, sickly pale as if I was sick, although I had been ill for years I did decide to hide my dark circles with some concealer so it wasn't visible.

I wore a black pair of jeans, not one of my ripped ones, just simple skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt I received as a present from a girl back in juvie, Julia, it was from Gucci, it was tight on my skin, accentuated how skinny I was. Although I hated my underweight, I knew it was something others seemed to celebrate.

I chose a perfume to put on before giving myself one last glance, I knew I would never be happy with the way I looked, from my grey cat eyes to my pin-straight hair, my underweight and pale face, and m high cheekbones on my oval face, my mother called me from downstairs, the cab was there to drive us to Mustang County where my school was located.

As I walked downstairs my mother didn't scold my looks for once, I figured I was presentable enough as I followed her to the taxi outside, the radio was playing Greenday and I took a seat in the backseat as my mother told the driver where we were headed to. Outside it rained, the sky was grey, my mouth felt dry and I knew I was nervous, but I would push it down and smile, keep a straight face as my mother has thought me.

Once we arrived at the school with its white walls and blue doors I took a deep breath before getting out of the cab, my mother tipped the driver and we walked to the front door of the school to ring the bell. This was it, another thing I had to handle, I knew I had to do the talking and the planning and the reasoning since my mother could not be counted on.

Once we sat at the dean's office, we were offered something to drink, I choose water, a safe option. I was handed a bottle of water and made sure to not swallow too loud or drink too fast. So, what can I do for you, the dean asked. The dean was an old man, nearing his last days, his hair was grey and neatly kept, his skin wrinkly. he was tall, almost six feet and wore a blue suit.

“Well” I started before my mother could open her mouth, “I just moved back home and I would love to enrol in Murrah high,” I said.

“What is it about our school that made you want to enrol here?” The dean asked. He looked kind enough, but I knew to watch my manners and be on my best behaviour.

“Well, honestly I love to write and I know Murrah high has many options for me to grow and maybe someday become a great writer thanks to your program, I would love to follow your English program and am very driven to accomplish my dreams. As far as I could find out, your school would be the best fit for my wishes to achieve my dreams,” I ended my answer.

“Very well young lady, why don't you wait in the hallway so your mother and I can speak freely if she has any things she doesn't want you to hear, I'll come to get you to ask the same when I'm done with your mother, does that sound fair?” The dean asked.

“Of course, sir, may I ask if I can use the toilet in the meantime?” I asked.

“But of course, follow the grand hall, at the end to the right and you should find it,” he said with a kind smile.

I closed the heavy oak door behind me and followed the directions he gave me. Just when I wanted to turn to the right someone else came from the right hall and bumped right into me causing me to fall to the ground.

Kind, warm brown eyes, too familiar, eyes I had dreamed about for the last three years, for a moment my heart seemed to stop once we looked into each other's eyes. I had dreamed about seeing him, the boy who had broken my heart, the only one I had ever fallen for.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, as he looked at me, I looked at him, his pin-straight black hair, long to his back, his high cheekbones, accentuating his handsome face. His scent was like a strange mix of pinecones and vanilla. As we looked at each other we both seemed to freeze, not able to say anything or move. Or maybe we didn't want to, too scared this was a dream and it would fall apart once we moved.

We just stayed like that, in his eyes I saw the same happen as I felt inside, the fear this wasn't real, the feelings we had for each other all coming at once, remembering all the things we did together, every hug and touch, every conversation where he made me laugh, every kiss, sweet and innocent.

Just then the bell rang, and while he was inches away from me I somehow managed to disappear into the crowd of students.