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Love and Leaves.
High School student who enjoys writing about love and life.
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Child In The Park (Short Stories) A story of a young boy in the park. [1,027 words] [Romance]
Stop For Flowers (Short Stories) Memories of an old love, never to be again. [1,135 words] [Relationships]
As the wind swept, with a chilly tingle on its tips, it danced through Jordan’s hair and down his spine. Its graceful fingers took up his essay and flung it across the room in an elegant mess of perfect disorganization. Jordan sighed; autumn was here.
Jordan didn’t much like the autumn. Summer was over and that meant the big, heavy clothes had to come out, the surf board had to be put away, and the girls decided that bikinis were no longer comfortable, being it was 50 degrees most of the time. He went about picking up his papers, grumbling to himself and making sure to curse Mother Nature at every chance he got. He picked up a small leaf, slightly stained by yellow coloring on the fringes. It must be the first one to fall of the season, he though, noticing the tree outside his window was still green. “First of many,” he grumbled.
Having completed his essay, Jordan closed the window and locked it. He climbed into bed under many warm blankets, feeling quite exhausted. He slipped into unconsciousness, dreaming that he woke up in the spring time, with all the leaves already raked, all the snow already shoveled, and all the cold nights and short days behind him. Jordan would soon be glad it was only a dream.
The second period bell sent a shrill screech through the halls, but it did little to awaken Jordan from his quasi-unconsciousness. His English teacher had a big glowing smile on her plump, rosy face. She wore the most outrageous brown autumn sweater. It had these red, yellow and orange leaves, with pumpkins and scarecrows in the background. Jordan practically died at the sight of the thing moving around, like some kind of tornado that had swept up the whole of autumn and was now parading it around.
“Before I collect your essays, I would like to introduce a new student who will be joining our Advanced English family,” the teacher beamed. Jordan hated when she referred to them as a family. “Her name is Victoria.” Continued the teacher as she pointed to a small girl in the front who Jordan had failed to notice in his drowsy state.
The girl stood up with her head bowed. She had dark hair, a few inches more than shoulder length. It was wavy and frail. At this moment, she looked up at the class. She had a small round face, not too thin, not too pudgy. She wore these thick framed black glasses; almost like a more modest version of the ones you would see in old fifties movies, with the corners only slightly pointed out. Her eyes were a profound hazel and struck out from behind the thick glass like lightening. She looked around and locked eyes with Jordan. He smiled, and she smiled back.
Acorns were his plight. They came in countess droves, with only one mission, to make his life miserable. With rake in hand, he attacked them with all the fury misery has to offer. He looked up at the trees. The leaves were just starting to turn yellow, but already they had pelted the ground with their countless seeds. He would be dancing with this rake again, in weeks to come.
At one pause in his thrashing, he noticed a moving truck down the street. It was parked in front of a house long empty. He wondered who would now fill that vacancy.
A leaf fell by his feet, mostly yellow in color. He picked it up and breathed in the air. The crisp air seemed to contain happiness in a physical form, and he smiled.
Homecoming week had arrived. It meant school activities, football games, and dances. As a freshman, Jordan had hated homecoming week. It was such a preppy week, when all the Jocks and Preps got to magnify there pompousness and call it school spirit.
But somehow, this year it didn’t seem quite that bad.
Perhaps it was the weather. The clouds provided a good background for the amazing colors appearing on all the trees. He would stare out at them for what seemed like hours. Except for English class, in which his gaze would fall on her.
His friend’s were dragging him to the dance that night. He had protested strongly, but it was no use. He finally gave in when the insisted it would be a guys night out, and they would all go as bachelors. It wasn’t that Jordan was against the idea of girls, it was just he had such horrible luck. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the entire school.
He walked across the school lawn towards the cafeteria, where the dance was to be held. The bright yellow leaves looked wonderful next to the green grass. The air was thick, and his hope was feeling warm.
She was there, when he walked in. In a sudden moment, she took his breath away, and his heart decided that it should join the party and start dancing. He avoided her gaze and quickly melted into the crowd.
The night was going well. He met all his friends and they were having a grand old time just goofing off. Before he knew it, the last slow dance was about to come on. And with that announcement, his happiness fell away, and he suddenly felt empty.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around to see her, for only the second time that night. And there they stood, staring at each other, as the entire room faded away. The music enveloped them; they did not even have to speak a word, for no words would fit. Before either of them knew what was going on, their bodies moved together with the sweet sounds of the music. And just as it began, it was over. Neither could bring themselves to words, as love is often known to block out all thinking. Jordan and Victoria left that night in a confused bliss.
The mornings in early November were so cold. Jordan stood in the dim light of the morning, waiting for the bus at his stop. The cold wind blew brown leaves from the trees, leaves he would soon have to rake. Jordan shivered as he stood, looking down at his geometry book. There was a test today, and of course he had not studied.
He felt something touch his shoulder. He jumped and turned around. There she stood, her dark hair concealing her face slightly. She wore an amber color scarf that only exemplified her already bright eyes. Her coat was a fine khaki color going well with the normal jeans she was always seen in. Victoria smiled at him and said hello. Jordan fumbled with his book, trying to close it and practically dropping it. He greeted her in turn with a clutter of words and awkward stutters.
“This is your bus stop?” he asked.
She nodded and said, “Yes, I moved in across the street. Before today my mother drove me to school. I didn’t know you lived around here.”
Jordan smiled and pointed to his house down the street.
“That’s great,” she smiled shyly “now we can help each other with English work.”
Jordan just then noticed her hand on his arm. He suddenly felt so warm.
The last yellow leaf fell on his geometry book.
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