My Butterfly

Her hair was a deep red. What a color to have. Only it wasn't natural. I knew that because I payed attention to her and she often had blonde roots that would begin to show. She never let them show for long though. I don't think she liked the blonde hair. She wasn't really skinny like a lot of the girls I saw. But that made her all the more beautiful. But she was among that unreachable group. She was a senior and I was but a lowly freshmen. I was like a mere bug while she was a butterfly. Make sense?

I had a problem. My problem was that I often got myself into messes that weren't exactly the 'smile, nod, and walk away' sort. These were there 'duck and run for cover before you have to pay to have your dentist mold you new teeth'. I always opened my mouth before I thought and shut it before I could defend whatever I had unwittingly just said. It sent me home with a few black eyes back in middle school. But now? Now I am in a whole new ball field. I just happened to open my mouth again and I found that butterfly I spoke of before come to rescue me.

It was one of those insane days where the heat caused your mind to lock down and all you wanted to do was strip. Seeing as only guys are allowed to strip in public I had to keep my clothes on. Well like usual I got on that large yellow place of hell on wheels and took the front seat. I hated going to the back it took way too much effort. The back was way too noisy anyway. My butterfly had taken the seat two away from mine. Now I know it is odd that she rode the bus as a senior but we can't all have rich parents who'll buy us a car. Plus it was probably cheaper on gas. She put her headphones on and I could hear something that sounded close to Smile Empty Soul blasting. That was another thing to like about her. Her music. Sometimes she'd play stuff like that or have on someone like Queen or White Lion and then there were the days when I could hear Madonna or some other sappy music.

Apparently while staring off towards my butterfly I caught someone else's attention. I suppose their mind was warped from the unusal heat because she glared at me and said in some gruff sounding tone "Bitch turn around and quit staring before I break your face and you won't be able to stare"

"Fuck you! I wasn't lookin' at you anyway. Why don't you stop assuming that everyone wants to look at your ugly ass." It was an automatic reaction. I couldn't help it.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you haven't looked in the mirror lately?"

"I have and unlike yours mine didn't break"

Before the arguement could turn into an actual fight which the bus was already rooting for my stop came into view. The girl, I think her name was Gwen, knew it.

"Don't think because your white ass is getting off this bus that I'm not going to fuck you up later. You just wait until tomorrow morning"

Finally shoving my foot in my mouth I gathered my things and got off the bus. My butterfly followed me off because she lived around the corner from me. I wanted to talk to her.. but I didn't. She did what she always did. She turned her music up as if to tune out the world..and kept on walking.

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Author's Note: Alright guys this is just the beginin'. It may take me a while to update and I am sorry for that. I might update quicker if you offer some reviews. If you see mistakes I don't mind you telling me about them so that I can fix them. I actually would love you if you did that :-)

Have fun reading,
Rian Scribe