Curly Hair

CHAPTER 2 BLUE BIRD

Peanut butter is a disease. It consumes you. And everyone around you. I wish instead of peanut butter living in the enclosed jars of refrigerators there was some type of meat butter or juice butter or even some cheese butter that lived life in an open container instead of a closed one. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just don't like peanut butter. Why? Because it's a disease and it consumes me.

And there I was just sitting there holding the disgusting and crummy peanut butter sandwich between my well adjusted hands. While everyone else was clueless about my unfortunate circumstance. It was probably because most of the highschool experience thrived in the cafeteria. Absent minded bimbos, like the red headed princess lived for this type of environment. She's a leader, so she was meant to lead. To have every person abide by her rules and kiss her feet when she says it is so.

I perked my lips one last time at the disease upon my hands, before I proceeded to throw it in the garbage.

An hour passed and the first day has finally concluded. I didn't know what to believe first, the lack of effort put into the last bell ringing or the sigh of relief coming from the fill-ins a.k.a the people who are just there to fill in. Walking out to the bike rack, I see a familiar set of curls dancing in the air. That boy. The boy who made fun of me and stole my quarter. Just thinking of the scenario made me furious all over again. He stood there rummaging through his bag, looking for something I guess, but I could careless I don't even know why I was thinking of him, he was no one important. I reached my bike and untied the chain from the rack and just before I pulled off towards the setting sun. I hear his voice

"I'm sorry"

In shock, I quickly turn around to see the boy staring at me with his crystal blue eyes. I was in awe. I didn't see this coming.

"Umm okay" I say back hesitating a little.

"Have you ever owned a blue Bird?" He asks.

Right then and there I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him he must be insane. But I couldn't quite find myself to do so with that gorgeous smile plastered over his structured face.

"No." I say with a straight face.

"Your lying" he stated.

I retaliated with a "I'm serious I've never owned a blue Bird or seen a blue bird."

As I finished my small rant, he walked by me with his bike at his side, leaving me there questioning myself. Questioning my response. Questioning my life. Accepting that our conversation was over I begin to prep myself on the seat of my blue bike until I hear that all to becoming familiar voice say

"Come see my blue Bird."

awww...lol. l hoped you all enjoyed this one. it was a little shorter than the last one but I hope just as good. vote & comment I want to hear your thoughts!

-ellie