All About Her
Angie Law
Copyright Angie Law 2011
Published at Smashwords
She was the one. I knew that sincethe first time we spoke. The gentle voice that came out of thatdemure girl struck me by surprise. It wasn’t that I didn’t expectit but it’s serene and pleasing tone hypnotized me into a trance.Each time she spoke, I had to tell myself to snap out of it withoutlooking like an absolute idiot that wasn’t hearing anything otherthan her voice and none of the words it spoke of.
A week later, we had a groupproject. Everyone had grouped up and she was asked to joined agroup. She insisted that I had to join if she did. It felt great toknow that I was a part of her thinking process. One night while Iwas watching tv, my phone suddenly rang and I picked it up tocheck. It was a text from her. I never knew how she got my numberbut it didn’t matter. All that mattered was God bless the soul thatgave her my number. We exchanged e-mails and that’s when we reallyhit it off.
What we spoke of, it didn’t reallymatter because we would talk about anything and everything. Theclouds, tv shows and life. Really, just anything. Every time wespoke, I felt like a puppy with a ball. I’d get so excited and wishthat morning would not dawn on us. She also managed to make me lookstupid. I don’t really know if that was a good thing consideringthat nobody wants to look stupid in front of someone that specialbut it did make her laugh and I guess that’s all thatmattered.
She was the reason why I lookedforward to class. Even though she hated the classes we shared and Ipretended I did too but I would always look forward to the nextlesson we had together. It was the only time we could be that closeand that quiet together despite the awkwardness. Gradually she