Perhaps you are now wondering why this particular story is called GREEN EYES. There is a simple answer.

He had green eyes.

They were the most beautiful eyes, and to this day I have never seen more beautiful eyes than his.

I can always picture, I can always remember him by his eyes.

Those eyes, oh how I love those eyes.

His name was Cloud.

Was, yes I said was because he is no longer among the living. It pains me to say it, to admit that he is truly gone.

My story begins exactly 2 years ago.

I never actually thought love at first sight was true. That seemed ridiculous. Still seems, the difference is I know it can happen.

Don’t believe me, hear me out.

Walking down the street, the sun blazing and I’m in a hurry. I remember it was pretty crowded. It seemed like a wave of people, and I was barely swimming through.\

That’s when I spotted him; he couldn’t have been hard to miss.

He was a beacon of light, of life. His eyes shone bright green, and his smile ever so unfading. I found a light, a beautiful light in those eyes of him.

What made the sight of him so special was the time I was going through. My sister had recently passed away.

When I saw him I felt something in me stir.

We passed by each other, but all I could think was that he was just a boy. A boy I’d probably never see again. I turned to look back at him; there he was in the distance.

One song came to my mind in that instance.

You’re the inspiration

By Chicago.

A part of me wanted to run after him, to ask him his name, to ask him so many things.

But I didn’t.

I kept walking, walking…

I felt like a dummy, like a puppet, like a zombie. My life was played out. I didn’t care anymore what happened.

Nobody understood, nobody could possibly to know what was going on inside of me.

Before I go on, more about me.

At that time I was 14 years old, you are probably thinking that’s not old enough to fall in love. That’s not old enough to feel so miserable. How wrong you are.

You’re probably now thinking I’m probably in ninth grade. Nope, wrong again.

Eight grade.

I was not retarded or anything. I started school late, ok.

I used to love school, today I still do, but back then during that period in my life I felt miserable.

As if I had come across a dementor. Please don’t tell me you don’t know what a dementor is. Heard of Harry Potter? Come on, it’s a classic. At least I think so.

Anyways I felt very, very not happy, or unhappy.

Right…..let’s move on.

I had, well still have great parents, and I had an awesome sister. Her name was Linda.

She was the one person I knew I could always count on.

She was three years older than me.

She was my best friend.

What more is there to say?

When I lost her, I lost myself. It wasn’t fair!

When I walked to school, when I went out the world seemed oblivious to the fact that my sister was dead. Dead, she was run over by a car that was never identified.

I hated everyone! EVERYONE.

“Excuse me, Ms. Gregory the principal is ready to see you.”

I snapped back to reality.

After a week off school, I was ready or at least I pretended to be ready, to return.

“It is nice to have you back, Ms. Gregory, and I am truly sorry about your sister. The counselor and myself are here if you need to talk.”

That was the principal. I found him quite annoying. I didn’t need to talk. I nodded at everything he said, desperate to get away.

I tried to distract myself by staring at the huge fish hanging on the wall. It was like 6 inches long, but I may be exaggerating a bit. Sorry about that.

“All right Ms. Gregory, you may go to class.”

Finally!

To my surprise, who do I happen to see in school, in my class that day?

Him, the boy I had seen.

I couldn’t believe it.

As you might imagine a part of me wanted to ask about him.

But it wasn’t necessary at all.

No, but you’ll have to wait until I tell you about that.