Story Ideas

I knew I would always compare myself to the blonde girls who stood taller than I. It was distracting to see how gorgeous they were with their freshly heated curls; I didn’t even own a curling iron. It was the smack of the large history book on the desk next to me that brought me out of my thoughts. A boy with dark hair had decided to occupy the seat next to mine. His hair was oily. He turned to introduce himself, “Sorry ‘bout that, the names Ray.” He spoke through his teeth that revealed years of orthodontics. He then leaned back in his chair balancing on just two legs. I replied quickly that it was fine. I sat there debating to share my name but as I opened my mouth to continue the teacher began his lesson.

            The rest of our time was spent in silence. I had a notebook in front on myself quickly scribbling notes with arrows that pointed to different sections. However, Ray’s desk held nothing but the book he had thrown down at the beginning of class.  Looking at how relaxed he seemed stressed me out while still peaking my interest. And I couldn’t help but notice how familiar he looked. When the bell finally rang, Ray was out of his seat before I could even put my own notebook away.