Today was like any other day for me. It was a breezy fall Afternoon in Everwood, Rhode Island. It smelled like any other fall day. A hint of Autumn was in the air alongside a splash of pumpkin spice. Just a splash but the smell was so vivid. It was a smell that would creep up on you quietly.The evening sky was a beautiful tint of blue, orange, and pink; all three colors mixed with one another as if they were trying to keep up with the other. The chill autumn breeze hitting my skin ever so subtly with the addition of the sky made it a perfect day in my mind. The way the leaves had started to wither away from healthy to an almost undead brown. I had just gotten out of work with my friend Cal when I believed I had forgotten something I just didn't know what it was.
buzz buzz My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. "Hi there! This is Julia from the Middletown Barnes and Noble, "Is this Cohen?" I'm calling to tell you, we've received your order and it's waiting for you, whenever your first convenience."
Hearing this, I was ecstatic. I had placed an order for one of my favorite books that had been remade in graphic novel "The Mortal Instruments" by Cassandra Clare. The closest Barnes and Noble was two towns over but in retrospect it was only Twenty Five minutes away. Like everything else in Rhode Island. Everything was so close. A state where you knew your neighbors. Barnes and Noble was the only place in Rhode Island where everything truly felt at peace to me. I would usually try to spend time there at least once a week, more than that if I could. Reading for me is like a drug I would gladly overdose on. I had always loved reading more than anything else in this world. I love getting to know the characters on the pages more than I do interacting with the people in my own life. I always wanted to be an author because of all of the books I had read. I felt as though I had so many stories in my mind just waiting to come out, waiting to be published. To make writing and reading my career has been my biggest dream. It would mean all the things that had happened in my life might make sense.
After four years at Everwood High, I had finally made the decision to pursue this passion of mine and enrolled at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland for writing. For as long as I could remember, I always loved writing, reading and telling stories. It was the one thing that I truly felt I was good at, it was my calling, my passion.
The time was seven o' five at night, when my friend Cal texted me to hang out. I was always the more reserved kind of person, Cal and I weren't the closest in school; we weren't the best of friends but our friendship was at least more than just acquaintances. We were the kind of friends who were total opposites with myself being very comical and sarcastic, but also empathetic and present in the moment while the latter struggled to understand if someone was being sarcastic or witty. As long as I can remember, he's always struggled to understand social situations. Despite this, I did always enjoy hanging out with Cal and seeing him. It was a nice change of pace to be beside someone whom I hadn't in a long time. I knew Cal wouldn't just agree with everything I said as he had his own opinions on anything and everything I would say. Though annoying at times I respected him all the more for his blunt honesty.
He was the one person in my life that would actually listen. He was in a way the kind of friend who would tell you what you needed to hear rather than what you wanted to hear. I never liked being alone, though I knew the feeling all too well. As if it was my own shadow I had grown up with a sense of loneliness for a large majority of my life.
I never knew how to not be alone nor did I know what real love was, even if I had seen it on television or on the big screen, always thought it was something that wasn't real, like Santa Claus, or the tooth fairy. I had never received it nor did I ever feel it for another soul. Although I did have a crush on one of the cashiers at Barnes and Noble, at least I hoped it was a crush, all I knew was that I always wanted to talk to her. I just could not remember her name. Nor do I think I found it out to begin with. All that I had known was that she was so enchanting. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had dyed red hair, it had already started to fade but it did not matter to me, I still thought it was just as beautiful. The only thing that was able to take my gaze off her hair was when I noticed how beautiful her eyes were, they were blue but such a soft spoken blue, as rich as the river. Her skin as pale as sand. She was so different from all the other girls in my life, she was mysterious, guarded. She looked as though the kind of girl that could ruin my life, but I didn't care, I would let her.
