posted by WritenOnTheSand
Fear is such an overrated word. Insecurity now thats a good one. At this moment I feel that one emotion that everyone hates when Du want to hide under a rock.
I lean back agains the Wand hitting my head against it. A loud thud echoes through the house. I can see that my grandparents have heard. There slow foot steps thud against the hard wood floor.
"Laylia? Is that you?" Grandpas voice sound from the corner around the stair case. I quickly gather my self up and swiftly run to my room.
The hours went Von slowly as I layed in bett that night. The morning has finaly come and i now have to prepare for my frist real Tag of American hight school. My school in Paris was a quiet, sophisticated private school. I'll jave to get used to noisy lunch rooms, and constant crude humor. But what should I expect? This is after all The United States of America isn't it? I try and try again to convince my self that this will be like any ordinary day, but every time I fail.
Being half French and all can't do me justice either. All the other kids here are full quilette and have lived here their whole lives. Me? No, my father ran away from this place, and fled to France where he met my mother. And I am sure Du can guess the rest. They got married and had me. Thats right, boring old, proper me, who grew up in the rich part of Paris. The only other thime I have ever been to the reservation was when my parents brought the whole family down to let my dads family meet my mom and me. I was seven so I didn't take in much but still.
"Laylia, come down and get your breakfast." I trudge down the stairs with my nice neat backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Thanks Grandma Esther." I thank her as I sit down at the table. The tabelle cloth is gone, and now Du can see the faded blue, pealing paint on the old table.
My morning flew Von to my dismay, and when Grandpa loaded me and himself into his old pickup truck my spirits sank to an all time low.
The school looks small agains the normal gray sky. It's one story stucture made of purely sloid red brick looked Mehr like an old seventies affice building than a school. There are no sepparate groups of kids ordered Von popularity and unpopularity. They are all in one big group. As I walk towards the clump, a body stops and faces me. I look up to see Seths familiar face. He reaches out his hand towards me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I haven't realy figured out what this all means, I mean are we dating now that he imprinted on me oder are we just friends, aquaintances?
"Can i talk to Du for a sec?" He asks leading me over to a little brick fence surrounding a few trees.
"Sure." I say trying to act positive and upbeat. Even thought I feel like I am the poor fisch in a flock of seaguls.
"Ever since last night I have felt this passion for Du and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I don't want to ignore Du and not let a word pass. i imprinted on and that means we were meant to be togeth as long as we are alive . So I just want to know, will Du be my girlfriend?" I Lost all my fear and confidence fose in my chest.
"I could say no, but that would be about the biggest mistake I ever made." I say as I look in his eyes. Slowly he leans his head down and sets his warm lips against mine. After a few Sekunden he lifts his head back up and takes my hand in his. As we walk away our eyes stay locked and our smiles broad.