Stalked

 It's Thursday afternoon on my grandparent's farm. I HATE THURSDAYS! Thursday is just a bridge from Wednesday to Friday, it serves no real purpose. The only thing that I like about Thursday is sneaking to the other side of the woods to listen to the complex melodies that Jericho Oliver Mitchell plays on his cello.  He has no idea I'm listening, of course, he doesn't even know that I exist! I found a hollow tree a few months ago that I hide in to listen and watch. He is the most unique boy I have ever seen, his hair is onyx with one natural grey streak  that runs from his temple to the top of is ear. He is very tall and slender, a

The strange man sat in the corner reading to himself just above a whisper. The man was alone. Alone and beautiful. A girl sat wondering how old he was, what he was like, and if he would talk to her if she attempted to speak to him. What did she have to lose? Children ran and screamed all around them... Wouldn't he be glad to have her company? A couple came and sat between them. Her chance was lost to try her luck for the stranger's attention. She stared hopelessly at the beautiful man. She just HAD to find a way to speak to him! She was drawn to him by something that she couldn't explain. But how and when would she catch his eye