There’s This Girl I Like (Camp Nanowrimo 2017)

There’s this girl I like…

I thought for minute I was dreamin’ when I met her…

I mean come on, I was laid out in homeroom like I always am. Mrs. Shipline don’t care anymore than I do.

“My name is Ayida Jean-Baptiste…”

Ayida

I opened my eyes for jus’ a second, jus’ a peek. New kids were real rare ‘round here so I had to see. I had to see her; especially cause that lil’ lisp-thing she had caught my ears and wouldn’t let me ignore her.

She was beautiful…

Not in a way ya’ll could understand… not like I saw her…

I’d grown up likin’ all kinds of weird shit.

Things like scabs that I used to pick at. Somethin’ ‘bout someone havin’ scars always fascinated me. The stories they tell. I got plenty from fightin’ and climbin’ and being an all around dipshit. Hers though…

They was like some epic story I needed to read… needed to know…

Half her face was this neat cross leadin’ over her eye like a  mob boss or something and the line of her mouth pullin’ up like a demon. Even the strange colored parts on her neck made me stare a lot longer than I should’ve and she was already jittery.

Guess I would be too since… well I go to school with a buncha idiots who don’t like nothin’ new…

What I liked is that she didn’t cry.

She didn’t get that pitiful look like she was ashamed of her scars. Like none of what they said even touched her. Instead, she jus’ decided to sit down so Mrs. Shipline could feel better ‘bout herself. Utter bullshit, but… couldn’t help how curious I was…

I hurried up and put my head down when Mrs. Shipline started bringin’ her over here. What do I do? What do I say. I wanna talk to her. How do i…

I started snorin’.

Bingo!

Like a charm, Mrs. Shipline tried to be a smartass and scare me awake. I only jumped a little, pretendin’ I was jus’ wakin’ up. Acted like I didn’t even see Ayida… or had heard anythin’

Would I like to introduce myself? Duh.

God, she was lookin’ at me.

The scars were even cooler up close, Raised up and smooth; more like a burn than a cut. I wanted to touch it, to be honest. Instead I leaned in, got a good look and took in her eyes while she leaned away. They were like Calista’s winter skies. All grey but so clear ya couldn’t tell there was clouds up there… like the sky had never had color. They kinda.. shimmered too, like… like how marbles do…

Most of all, she looked scared. Behind all that “I don’t care” she was givin’ off, she was scared of lil ole me. I didn’t… I didn’t like how that made me feel. I leaned back and grinned at her. I’m good. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I wanna be yer friend…

“I’m Dakota Fisher and I have to say yer face is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Like, look at it. Seriously badass.”

How was I s’psed to know…

How was I s’posed to know… that the girl I liked…

The only girl I’ve ever wanted to like…

“AYIDA, PLEASE! SHE ALL I GOT LEFT!”

would take everything away from me…

Because I was nice to her…

— Harli V. Park

Hellooo! This is my Day 6 entry for Camp Nanowrimo! Late is becoming a habit. 

I decided to try something different and wrote in the voice of Dakota Fisher, my precious cinnamon roll from Transient. I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into his mind. If you enjoyed, leave a comment, ask questions, like, follow, everything! love you guys!!! Happy Writing!!!

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