Spot The Difference
Sports, that's the one word that rolls in my mind every now and then. Why, whenever I'm in Math or History that word comes into play. From soccer to baseball, any sport comes into mind when I'm bored. The smell of new equipment that people hand to me as a gift sends adrenaline running down my spine. Sometimes I will run out of the classroom and down the hall just because my mind is telling me to train, that tiny voice that sits at the back of my mind creeps me out but I can't help it.
It must be weird for someone you don't know to spout out all this stuff about sport, huh? Well, as this stupid story will probably tell you, I'm a normal teenage boy that has no life. You see, I'm that type of person that is on the basketball team, to say this as an example; I would be the one who'd shoot all the goals but is hardly noticed by anyone. I guess the nickname of 'The Invisible Man' does suit me in a way, but yet again the name 'retard' or 'weirdo' suits me too.
I don't get it though, I'm completely normal with nothing wrong with me at all, so why are they babbling on about this stupid name for? It's not like I'm the only one in the world to bully, so why in God's name should they say that? Oh, I shouldn't say God's name in vain, it's what you get for being a Catholic. Hey, that must be one of the reasons why I get made fun of a lot, eh? I wonder if they're going to realize that the mentally handicapped people suffer more than me.
That reminds me, this story isn't about me, but it's about this girl. Why, she's the only reason why I'm rambling to you right now. Okay, so this is the story about a girl named Hope, Hope Everdeen that is. Such a lovely name, it just rolls off your tongue and sounds like chiming bells from a church after a wedding once heard. The reason why I'm making a big deal about her is the fact that the first glance I ever did to her in my life changed it forever, but in a bad way though. Well, at least I don't think so anyway, apparently she thinks it's a big deal.
Anyway, her hair is long like wild vines that stretch beyond her back line, like Rapunzel or whatever her name is. Hope's eyes get to me; the way they stare into mine is as if she's searching for something inside a box, just full of questions. Not only that but the colour, the way the green stands out with her chestnut coloured hair always in her face, they're just memorizing really.
That's probably just what you need to know at this stage and now I shall tell you this, I met her in church. I know, not the most exciting place to meet someone ever, but let me as you this. Have you ever gotten lost in a church before? Probably not, but she did. I found her hunched over, sobbing to her heart contains, which is a weird sight for a sixteen year old girl. At the time I only thought one thing, relationships. That's what every girl cries over these days, right? As it turns out I was wrong. I walked up to her, an uneasy feeling then just suddenly crept up my spine. When my feet shuffled over to her, my hand decided to place itself on her shoulder, only making her scamper away towards the wall.
Now, the only thing I ever got out of her was that she lost her dad. I must admit I was startled at this, the way she said it was weird enough, like a six year old would. However, it hit me. Her actions and whatnot, they reminded me of my little sister, but it's just that she's different, more than one way as well.
I'll tell you the whole story when I met her and all, but you must promise me one thing. I want you to promise me that you'll...
Spot the difference.