Emma K., 15
The man stood at the train platform. His train was delayed. It was a sunny day and his eyes matched the colour of his brown leather suitcase. Those eyes were looking at the opposing platform. At the woman with eyes as blue as summer and hair like the sun’s rays. Her gaze was distracted, focused on a point of no interest to her mind. The man wondered what she was thinking. He hoped it was him, but he doubted it. He wanted to go over and pluck one of the ear-buds out of her ears and listen to what she was listening to. The calmness of her stature and the accompanied smile that blessed her features suggested something classical, Bach maybe.
Kaylee R., 15, MI
At first, she slept soundly, the covers up to her chin, her arms down at her sides. She found comfort in the silent darkness and finally, after hours of analyzing the ceiling cracks, her eyelids drooped and she gratefully let them shut. Her body sat still like a corpse on a slab of stone in the morgue. Anyone could walk in, think her dead, and start to pull out tools to dissect her brain, finding her darkest fear. In fact, this was what was happening right now. Her brain was deceiving her, lulling her into a false sense of security, before tearing it from beneath her feet.
Soon enough, she started to squirm.
The covers, once giving her the feeling of safety, now became a tomb, entrapping her in unwanted heat. She unknowingly threw them off as she tried to will herself to wake up. Sweat fell off her forehead and the first of her cries started.
"Stop it," She whispered. Her voice came out in a garbled rasp. Wherever her mind took her, whatever she was seeing, she wanted it to stop. Her head would give her no such pleasure.
After several long and agonizing moments of tossing and turning and trying to escape her night terror, her eyes flew open and her throat caught in the middle of a scream. She grabbed her pillow, desperately trying to find hold of something real. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked around as she tried to slow her breathing. It made no difference that her eyes were open, it was dark silence all around her. Once calming, now suffocating. She scrambled for her phone and switched on the flashlight. This offered some comfort. She took deep breaths and stared at the closet door from across the room. Slowly, surely, she felt better.
After a few moments, she heard a shy knock on her bedroom door. She made some kind of noise indicating that the knocker could enter, probably her mother. For a moment she was embarrassed with herself, thinking she had screamed in her sleep again.
To her surprise, it was not her mother coming to check on her. It was a brown eyed, brown haired boy, with a worn black jacket on. The one he always wore, no matter the weather. He stuck his head through the gap in the opened door. He looked tired, just woken, complete with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes. His voice came out in a whisper.
"Kasey?" He asked. "You okay?" Kasey's ears turned red, and suddenly she was thankful her phone light was dim. So she HAD screamed in her sleep.
Kasey quickly nodded her head. "Mmhm, fine."
Danny looked sympathetic, knowing that tone of hers. Knowing it was a lie. He entered the room completely, shutting the door behind him, and began walking over to her bed. He sat down on it.
This particular boy, Kasey was fond of. Danny was his name. Danny Anders. Meeting him was a fantastic accident, and when they saw each other, there was no turning back. Starting out as the best of friends, they did everything together. He helped her gain confidence in herself where insecurities used to lay. She helped him gain confidence in his music. He loved music. That's what he wanted to do. And when his fingers hit that piano and words came from his mouth, she became entranced with his songs. He was not proud of his music, afraid at first to show it to even her. But Kasey coaxed him and helped him and assured him, and he slowly, surely, made a whole album with his brother and friends. Twelve songs, and all of them were about Kasey. It was unbelievable. And Kasey fell in love from the first chord. The first word.
She sometimes sat in her room at night, clutching the CD in her fingers, never wanting to let go. Kasey tried desperately to encourage Danny to release it and try to make some money. But he declared that the music was for her and no one else. Kasey was disappointed, however, she was kind of happy that these amazing songs were made just for her. Something no one else could have. Needless to say, Kasey fell for Danny right away.