High School Jitters

I combed my fingers through her hair, as I leaned into her. With a gentle kiss, I pushed my lips to her hair, and smiled. As she looked into my eyes, I pulled her face closer to mine and kissed her cheek gently. I tried to comfort her with my words, but I felt like I couldn't - and her question upset me, but I was going to reply.

"He killed himself... to avoid, a curse. To avoid me, cause I have that same curse. So no, I don't. I have spent all my time in foster places - but now I have a mother... and I am sorry, I know how you feel, Char, sort of."

Immediately, I pulled back, eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
In those moments, I felt absolutely horrible for even bringing the matter up. Grabbing my books, I breezed out of the room and into the hall where I located my new locker. My face was flushed as I leaned against the metal that was as cold as ice.

I couldn't really pay attention to the next few seconds, as she ran out. My face had no expression on it other than shock, as my eyes followed her - and I quickly pulled myself together and chased her out. As she reached her locker, I put my arm directly parallel to her face - trying to get her attention. She looked horrible, like she had seen a ghost - so I tried talking, to at least figure out what was wrong.

"Don't worry... just tell me, what is wrong."

I brushed the stray strand of hair out of my face before I glanced up to him, "My mother, she's been so frustrated lately. Her friend called her last night claiming she saw my father," I sighed, "My mom never told my father that I existed."

OOC: I'm on my phone, so I can't chat.