Jack P1

Staring down at the pavement beneath my feet, shoelace has loosen from the knot on my left shoe; draping close to my ankle, as it pauses on the floor. Gritty, re-cemented road, older than the school that is the pathway to and from it. My ass just sits on the sidewalk, my back hunched over and my head facing down; for my eyes are in no mood to view the sky. "..it's...it's just..." I hear her voice play over inside my mind, hoping my thoughts will not form visions to the sounds. "...it's just not working." ...but I hope for too much. I close my eyes and I see her in the hallway opening her locker, trying to cover her face from mine. "We're just both different, I mean...I can't understand what we are about anymore you know?" I just stare at her blankly... trying hard to be stupid to not understand a single word that is coming out of her mouth; it's easy to dumb down your mind depending on what type of person you are, but the heart was never a good participant in that category. "I mean I thought I liked you-" she closes her red locker with the decorated stickers of flowers I gave her last year; not plain flat stickers, but the ones that are three dimensional and fuzzy, some are even scented. These are not scented though...those cost too much. I just watch her talk, I just watch her talk, just watch her talk, talk and talk. The beats of my heart seem to be losing the steady rhythm it had when I first saw her today. The rhythm of excitement and happiness that was blended together, is now falling apart and turning into indescribable anguish. I really want her to stop moving her mouth, I stopped listening after " I thought I liked you." "I'm sorry Jack...but it's over...we have to break up, we're not in sync anymore... you understand...right?" It felt as if I was made of a unmovable material, cause my body felt such a force of heaviness once it dawned upon me what just happened here. My arm slowly raised with my hand, holding the drawing I drew today in art class. She stood there for a moment trying to review what is was 'till I shoved it into her frame. "Here." I said "Your such a waste of time." And I walked away from the place I used to walk her to everyday, for the past 425day. I walked away from the place when I first saw her dropped her pencil and I picked it up for her, and she smiled delinquently for it, for she felt it was a such a kind act. I walked away from the girl that I gave my heart to for 431days out of those 425.