Author’s Note: This is somewhat made to be creepy, it’s supposedly one of those short stories that let the reader’s make up what they want. So have fun!!! Hope you enjoy it!

The Tale of Laur

            A blonde haired girl sat in the back corner of an English class only half listening to the monotonous teacher. Instead she kept a notebook on her lap jotting down lines to a poem. ‘Heart of Lead’ read the title. Almost two pages were filled before she came to a stop, writer’s block! She thought of all the sad memories she had and continued, furiously writing with her pen. There was little less than a minute left of class when she finished, and let out all the breath she held with a sigh of finality.

The school bell rang and the students from the English class hurried excitedly through the door. The girl stood and slowly packed up, waiting for everyone to leave. Finally, the last few stragglers exited gossiping on the way out. She got up from her seat and slowly walked into the crowded hallway of pushing and shoving. Everyone was trying to get away from the school as fast as they could, to start their long-awaited Winter Break. Though Laur was in no hurry at all. She zipped up her jacket, picked up her books, put on her backpack and headed home, all at a slow, calm pace.

The snow crackled under her boots as the wind whooshed by her sending chills through her bones.  She rounded a corner and continued on, the concrete wall blocking most of the wind. No one walked with her, no one ever did, and she wanted to keep it that way. At first glance she seemed like a lonely prep or popular kid by her looks. But they ignored her for being too shy and the rest of the school didn’t accept her because they thought she was snotty or stupid.

Silently, she thought of what to do when she got back. Start reading the 4th book in the Wheel of Time series… She thought as somewhere around the corner someone was playing the flute. Or should I really start my homework? She topped the hill that lead to her house and the park before it. Without thinking, Laur turned into the park and walked over to her favorite spot. Dropping her books onto the bench, she sat down.

An eerie music began to play from somewhere deeper in the park. Weird…she thought. Out of plain curiosity she picked up her books again and went to trace the source of the tune. She arrived in a more deserted place of the park. Where lovers would sit, under a tall tree that loomed over a single bench. Walking over to the tree, she placed her hand on its trunk and looked up. On a thick branch sat a tall boy, around the age of 17, playing the flute. He had short blonde hair and had a scary transparent look that made her think that if she tried hard enough she could see straight through him. Slowly the song came to its end, he opened his eyes to reveal the softest blue, and the boy disappeared.

 Laur stood there, captivated by the music, though the sight of an apparition had no effect on her. A bird chirped a high note and awoke her from her thoughts. Who was that boy?

Laur sat at her desk staring at her textbook, tapping the eraser of her pencil on the open Algebra 2 textbook. “Ugh, I have a whole 2 weeks to procrastinate and I’m doing homework on the first day of break!” She closed the textbook and put it by her backpack. Turning to her computer she opened a new Microsoft Word document.

“What should my new poem be…” she recalled the boy sitting on the tree, the same one she daydreamed about all the while doing her homework. She remembered his fair hair, the way he looked so calm, peaceful playing the flute, and how she longed to be with him, to be able to be free of this world; she began to type. ‘The Young Apparition’ she titled the page and continued to tap her pencil against the table. “Hmm…” She picked up her steaming cup of hot cocoa and sipped at the brown liquid. Then her fingers moved to settle on the keys and she began to type out her latest poem. When she was finished, she moved her mouse to the small floppy button near the top of the screen. *Click* Saved.

Looking out the window, Laur noted to herself that the weather was actually nice today though the snow would still be thick. Maybe I should go outside…just this once. She shut down her computer and walked downstairs to get her boots and coat on. Opening the door she went outside.

Instinctively she headed to the park. Kids on the roadside built wobbly, unstable snowmen; some of them even created their own hills and tried sledding down them. How she longed for a true friend to laugh with, to walk side-by-side chatting about the most random things. Walking out of the inner neighborhood she arrived at the park. She sloshed over to the railing on the side of the hill and looked over the town just about twenty feet below at a slant. Breathing in the nice cool scent made her spirits rise. Turning her back to the city she leaned on the cold metal railing.

Suddenly, a chilly feeling went up her spine, and she whirled around to see the boy with the flute floating in midair. A smiled appeared on her face. The sun slowly setting behind his transparent figure made him glow in the bright yellow light. Laur didn’t notice anything unusual about it. As if floating, translucent boys were an everyday occurrence. He stuck out his left hand palm up, his right carrying the flute, like an offer. She reached over the railing, their hands touched, and…

The moment of silence ended ten minutes ago, now everyone was chatting and getting refreshments. Their black dresses and suits blended in with the rest of the dull colors. “Who is Laur anyway? How come I don’t remember her?” came a voice from a group of girls crowded in a corner, talking.

“She’s that blonde who was always sitting in the back corner in our English class. I don’t think she ever talks,” said another girl, holding a chocolate chip cookie up to her mouth, the other hand occupied with a glass of milk.

“So she goes off and commits suicide to ruin our Winter Break! I could be doing something more fun than this right now!” replied the first girl.

“Yeah her death was reported on the news too. ‘Fifteen-year-old girl found dead at the bottom of the hill behind Trace Park. No sign of injuries, cause of death remains a mystery,’” mocks a third girl.

“Shh! Her mother’s coming!” 

“Thank you for coming, it means a lot to see you girls,” said the woman.

“Oh it was nothing!”

The mother nodded and walked over to an empty chair to sit down, her body exhausted from the shock. She closed her eyes and then opened them, scanning the crowd of students and adults. Her eyes caught a glimmer of white against black. A tall blonde haired girl stood next to a boy that was a head taller than she, in a crowd near the back of the room. The girl looked up into the boy’s face, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, and then back to the mother. A man walked by and they vanished replaced by a single white rose petal lying delicately against the crimson carpet.

THE END!!!

You like, you like??? Any comments? Mysterious? Confusing? ßkinda supposed to be…