At First Glance...

A short story about friendship/love at first sight. Depends how you see it. Told in second person.

After school, you wander through the halls of the south building. Best known as the building that held all specials. Including art, drama, gym, music, and dance. It was a very old building with an icky pale plum coloured paint that was slowly peeling off, revealing mold and previously written graffiti from the 80's. You are not sure what you are doing there, and you deeply think about it before hearing music coming from the dance studio/music room.

The music room was usually filled with old brass instruments, and smelled of dancer's sweat. The closer you walk toward the room, the louder the piano concerto gets. Once you are standing in the door frame, it ends; and you focus your eyes on the young girl (probably a freshman) who was sitting on the stand.

At first glance, when you see her, she seems like nothing special. But then you look closer, out of curiosity. That's when you noticed how small and frail she is. Her skin tone is like porcelain, and light freckles adorned the bridge of her nose. She looks up at you, and you see the most clear, blue eyes staring back at you. Her eyes, like mirrors, reflect her emotion…she seems to be amused by your curiosity. Her hair is long, it cascades down her back in dark rich curls…the colour of dark chocolate. Her eyes are large, her cheek bones are high, and she has a small delicate nose. She sends you a warm smile; offering her friendship. She seems kind, she looks like she loves to laugh. Her smile looked almost perfect on her heart shaped face. You face downwards to examine her hands, only to see that they are clutching her sheet music rather tightly, making her small knuckles turn white. She asks in almost a whisper,

"Would you like me to play again?"

You unconsciously nod, as she turns towards the ivory keys, and begins to fill up the mostly empty room with Tchaikovsky. Once she does, you notice that's she's almost a different person entirely. She is powerful as she shoots energy out her fingers and into the mini grand piano, which could use a definite tune up. While listening, you decide to sit down on a rusty, metal folding chair, and look around the old school music room. The melancholic sound emitting from the instrument made the room somehow more magical. The wall are actually mirrors covered with the occasional music 'propaganda' poster. You turn back to the girl, she seems to have forgotten you were in the same room with her. The early afternoon light coming in from the large window behind her (to her left) is illuminating her outline, making it seem like she has a halo surrounding her form. She does not look like an angel or anything holy (at least, to you). She looked more like an innocent child, idly wasting her time away on a rather beaten up piano. She begins to stop. When she does, she looks at you rather expectantly.

"It's good." You casually say.

She smiles again, this time in a sheepish way. And you begin to have an unusual feeling. The feeling is milky and smooth, and it tickles very faintly. It is the feeling that she and you are going to be the best of friends. You liked that feeling.

Author's Note

In 8th grade, I had to write a descriptive essay on anything. I think I went a little overboard...but I still love this.

Reviews

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Wow this is seriously good! One of those very few stories i'm glued onto! The extensive detailing, the soft light tone, the simplicity, just perfect!