Ciara

By Robert w Kingett

Synopsis. I stared at Ciara standing there in the doorway just a few feet away from me, a goddess in her simple yet elegant beauty. The goddess glided closer to me, her hand out stretched as if to show me to the car. I took her soft delegate hand in mine, and gazed at her soft face. My eyes started to well up at all the memories my mind was producing. All the aches my heart was producing. I looked into her bright blue sightless eyes, trying to convey how much I loved her with my feelings. I do not know if what I was doing was insane, rational, and nuts. I just did not know. She gazed up at me, and grasped my hand tightly. Not wanting to let me go, She knew deep down inside, that something was going to happen that would hinder this, this physical contact that we were having at this moment, the emotional bond that we always, now, and forever would have.. With a soft voice with the ache, my absence was sure to be causing her when I departed, she said

“Kiss my hand.” I was in utter shock. She had never asked me to do such a thing before, usually it was she who kissed me, on the hand of course, but I guessed that if she had her way, she would already be married to me without her parents’ knowledge. Her parents were so close, across the room in fact. What if we were caught? What if they saw what I was about oh do what I wanted to do? Not thinking about that anymore, I gingerly grabbed my warm huge hand around her small one, looked at the palm, and with tears in my eyes, with sadness in my heart, and with a sense of loss in my soul, I kissed her for what I knew would be the first, and last time.

What is love? Love is something no one can predict. One day a nerd goes to pick up a much younger girl from class to take her to drama. Despite the two best efforts, sparks fly, and they fly high. With the intensity of an old couple in a famous novel, they pursue their love for each other, but there is just one problem. Their love is illegal.

The oldest is 18, and his girl friend is 13. As the months fly by so does their relationship. Strong as a brick their connection breaks down barriers. Battling with their parents, with their own precocious minds, and the rest of the world, they still do not relinquish the love that the other has given to them.

With the fear that the oldest will get put in jail, and an assortment of other obstacles being hurled at them they still manage to see each other on occasion. However, when the eldest f the two moves away, will their love still hold? On the other hand, will they drop each other like some dead flower?

Chapter 1. Love at first sound.

Some people are observant. Some are not. That is just the way the world is. Some are observant and can sum up a person’s mood, personality, and attitude all within 5 minutes of meeting someone, the others have no clue what the word observant means, which I think is better than studying someone's reactions every sentence you say to them. I, happen to be the person who is observant. In fact, I am quite observant for someone who has a visual limitation. When you are observant, you can almost instantly tell who this person is, or what this new person will be like. It is quite scary actually. One day, these observation skills failed, because I somehow missed the feelings I had for this one girl who would soon become the love of my life one school day.

“Excuse me!” a voice boomed in my ear. Scared out of my skin I leap off the chair I was napping in and stand abruptly straight, my hand beside my hip, wide eyed.

“What were you doing?” the booming roar of Mr. Sabo almost shouted.

“I was just reflecting on what you said.” I said meekly.

“Yeah, while snoring.”

“You were just hearing things; did you know that in your old age almost 56% of your hearing goes away? Or gets distorted?” I could tell that he did not like my explanation because he just stood there silent. I do not have good enough site to see his facial expression, but I do know that I should shut up, so I do so. He looks at me for a long minute, then my mind stars to have control over my legs again, and then I start moving away from him to the other side of the small gray gym to the cluster of people gathered in the center of the auditorium where there were no chairs lined up in three rows facing the stage. The people that were in a cluster where the drama club, a club that I was not a part of, but I was in a class that helped the club out. I yearned for something to do, so my teacher did not get on my case again for slacking off in anyway shape. I walk closer, and I catch the drama teacher saying something about getting someone, with a halt I stop and face the short plump sarcastic teacher talking to her.

“Uh, who-what did you say?” I kicked myself for my stammer to get in the way.

“I said something.” Sighing I try again.

“Ok, what specific thing did you talk about two seconds ago? Something about a girl getting someone?” I sighed heavily to try t indicate that I did not want a sarcastic answer to come out of her. My message was received without hassle.

“Yes, I was talking about getting a vital member of the crew. Her name is Ciara-.”

I cut her off so sharply she actually recoiled at the sharpness my voice was coming out of my mouth. “EW! No! There is no way in the food court that I will get THAT girl! She is so stuck up and such a-“I managed to cut myself off before I uttered a word that would surely get me kicked out of this class. The teacher was so shocked at my words that she gaped at me for six seconds, just gaping at me as if I had some furry thing upon my brown top.

“Uh… are you sure we are referring to the same person?”

“Yaw, Ciara carter!” I nearly shouted. Mrs. Deluge however was undaunted by my anguish

“No, that is not the person I am talking about. I am talking about a girl UN Kramer hall, and she is in the seventh grade.” I wanted to shoot myself for making such a dimwitted deduction.

: oh, uh, ok sure I will go, uh then, so, uh, where will she be?”

“In Mr. Worthington’s room. You remember where that is?” I was still flustered for almost calling someone I met a bad name.

“Uh, ya, ya I do, um, I will just go then, uh, ok, see you later.” Before she could say anything more to me, and before I make a fool of myself with other insults about complete strangers, and get kicked out of the class for good, I leave the building, and I start walking to Kramer hall, where I will meet someone who will change me, and my life forever.

Walking to my old middle school that was red and 2 storied. My stomach is punching me hard, as if to make me weaker all the time I walk. My stomach always does this when I am about to meet someone new. Like me, my body is shy as a bird, and it is hard to get me to come out of the shell that I hide in so often. I get closer to the building and my stomach is punching me harder.

“Lighten up.” I tell it “or you can forget about getting any cookies tonight.” It completely ignores me and continues to pound me. I walk up to the doors that were so new, yet so old to me, and open them. The familiar glass door that led to the hallway stood in front of me, and the staircase that lead up to the middle school wing of the building looked so familiar I felt like I was back in middle school again. I walk up this staircase having flashbacks of me heartily racing to class, so I could be the number one student in the class, and show off while doing it. As I reach the top, and step into the hallway that I had left two years ago, I felt like I was trespassing on some foreign land. I did not belong here anymore. I was unwelcome, I was about to fight with some staff for the reason why I was up here. I walk to Mr. Worthington’s room, and peek in. he was talking about something I had learned in his sixth grade history class. He was talking about the Romans. I wrap my hand in a fist and knock afraid he will shoe me away because I am interrupting his class.

“Oh hang on a second. Uh, yes Robert?” I was shocked he even remembered my name.

“Um…” I hesitated, and then start again. “Um… I am here to get a girl, Ciara.”

“Oh yes! The joyous voice booms. “Ciara the drama club needs you.” What spoke next made my ears sing with utter joy. The voice sent warmth all threw me and I almost melted in the doorway of the classroom. The voice sounded so soft and so delegate that each time I heard a syllable I melted a bit more.

“Ok Mr. Worthington. Thank you.”

“No problem. You have a good time.” I sank a little more when she speaks again.

“Oh I will.” No noise emanated from her shoes as she walked toward the door. I did not know how much she could see so I did not know if I should guide her or if I should just leave her be. I do know one thing though. Something did glide towards me. There is no other way to describe it, gliding, like a ghost across the gray carpet that completely covered inside of the teacher’s room. The soft tap of her cane was barely audible. It seemed so long before the girl got to me, yet it was only a mere 21 seconds. I gazed at the short girl standing in front of me, and I instantly knew she would be pretty within a few years. She wore a pink dress with no designs on it at all. The dress framed a skinny body with a graceful stance and gorgeous facial features. Smooth, round face with a smile that just knocked you dead. This was below a head that had black long hair on it. She also wore glasses. She stood there listening. I stood there taking in what she looked like trying not to splutter anything out of my mouth. I moved out of her way so she could get by without bumping into me, I marveled at how she moved across the floor, her shoes gliding in rhythms that was almost like dancing. She started walking toward the steps beside me, but she managed to go down the steps before me. Staring after her, I followed behind her trying not to trip her or do anything that would scare her. I did not want to be silent all the way back to the music building, so as we went out of the glass door to the side walk that lead to the music building I began to speak.

“So how are you?” I said jubilantly hating my own voice. She seemed pleased with the question however.

“Oh I'm doing ok, how are you?”

“Good” I wanted to ask her if she reads or not, but that would be to scary, so I asked instead

“What do you like to do?” oh god I was such an idiot! If I had the power to kick the snot out of my face, I would. She however, seemed to avoid the question.

“not much, what about you?” she turned to me with a slight smile on her round face, but I sure did not want to tell her that what I do most is have my nose in a book, but it was almost everything I did so what could I say? Other than that, I wrote stories, poems, and such, but she would want to hear something manly from me, a cool answer. Therefore, I said the only thing I knew of.

“Nothing much, I just chill.” She actually laughed at that answer, but before she could stop I blurted out “oh, and I also like to write.” I wanted to shoot myself, no, better yet, I wanted to burn myself then shoot myself. Writing was not cool, shooting hops or something was cool, writing was often referred to as a girl activity. I wanted to be cool, so I tried presenting myself that way.

“Oh my, I also enjoy writing.” I suddenly noticed without meaning to that she did not say much slang; in fact, she said no slang as she talked. It was always so proper. I immediately made her out to be a girly girl and not a tomboy like so many other kids at my school, well the girls of course. We came to the front door of the one story grayish building with no more room for conversation. I did however, managed to get to the door before she did, and I opened it. What I did though as she was walking in was I kept my foot out and I slammed the door on my own food. Just as she walked in, I lost my balance and clung to the door for support as I tripped on my own shoe. Clinging on to the handle, I dangled on it with a slight perplexed look on my face. Ciara, the shy girl looked back, but she did not have good enough sight to see what position I was. I grinned at her, but of course, she did not see me. She went inside. After collecting myself, I stood up, grabbed the handle, and went in the building sort of hoping that I would never see her again. She made me too nervous, as if she was holding a gun to my shaking temple. I stepped into the auditorium, scared, and somewhat elated at having done a job well done, and without killing myself or my mission in the process… I walked into the room, looking at the new girl who was gliding away from me merrily greeting everyone she met, wishing I never saw her again.

On the way home, my mind was spinning so fast the whole world actually flip flopped as I walked to the bus stop after the day had ended. I just could not stop thinking about this day, and whom I met. On the one hand, I did not want to see her again because for the sole reason is there was just… Something about us, about her, and the way she moved and spoke. It was almost… enchanting, and the feeling I got while around her made me want never to see her again. I felt strange and awkward around her, like I had to be my best otherwise she would hate me, or worse, never want to speak to me again. That I utterly could not handle, and besides, what if she really liked me? I was too old for her and too much of a geek, a dork, a brain. She would never ever want me anyway. I was too much a loser to be worth anything. Even love.