You know, you should probably have someone help you… As much as I didn’t want to talk to him, I definitely knew what it was like to get lost in a new place. I’d run back to my locker, but I don’t want to get a tardy my first day in a new school. Do you mind sharing? It seems I’ve gotten my schedule mixed up. I thought this was my English Literature class. Colt chuckled and began arranging his books. Making friends made the loneliness harder when we left. I really wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t like we’d be living here much longer. Why was he being so persistent? My body language and short answers should make it obvious I didn’t want to carry on a conversation. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a sudden interest in the textbook on my desk. Knowing I wouldn’t get rid of him so easily, I extended my hand and watched it get swallowed up in his. Besides, I’d done a good job avoiding other students in the past and for the first three weeks of this school year. I wasn’t keen on making friends, not when I moved so much. I’m Colt O’Shea, and you are? He stuck his hand out, and I hesitated. His smile reached all the way to his icy blue eyes. A tall blond boy I’d never seen before was hovering over me. I jumped, knocking the pencil off my desk. Is this seat taken? an unfamiliar voice asked. Craving to come near, only to brush past for a fleeting moment, before they disappear into the deep recesses once again. M emories linger, misty like the shadows, tingling the senses.

Cheyenne by Lisa L. Wiedmeier