Hi, this is Jeremy. I am sixenteen years old and I love my guitar. My mom and dad have a weird relation and hence I don't believe in love. The window in my room is my best friend and music is my soulmate. Today is my first day of High School. No one ever taught me how interactions feel like. Does one really need to learn that? Me and people - we don't fit into a common space. I wish my High School story doesn't end up in murders and fatal hearts just as they show in those overrated TV shows.
Taking my car keys, I drove towards Blitten High. The summer heat might have affected many, but not me. I kinda have to gear up to tolerate the teen drama. Yea, I probably did nothing this summer and did I forget to mention? I got zero friends. Making friends isn't the hardest part. Keeping them is. Wonder is created by the memories you make with them, and I was probably created in the Parallel World. I neither need people, nor do I wanna be one of them. I came into this world alone and I plan to die alone.
I can see several new faces. The only thing I missed was my locker. First class of the first day was Evaluative Mathematics. I truely hate the lecturer. Sitting at the last bench, I smell a new fragrance. A fragrance that didn't belong to Blitten High. She was different. Different from the mass. Curly hairs, light makeup, and a pleasant aura. All of her reminded me of peace. She didn't look like the city girls. Maybe she was new here. Maybe my life actually got a new beginning.
Day ended. Coming back home, I felt quite tired. My guitar lay where it always stayed. Window was at its place. Everything was same. Yet it felt so different.
A packet of cigarettes was kept on the lamp desk. I badly needed a smoke. There were not much cigars left. Just ashes under my bed. The cigarette tasted a bit different today. It reminded me of her. The fragrance I got accustomed to today morning. I don't even know her name.
It's a wild evening outside. A cold breeze is hitting me through the windows. It must be hitting her too. I know the smoke of my cigarette will reach your window, will reach you….
