I rushed into my room and slammed the door on my way in. Another long day at school. I sighed as I dropped my bag on the floor and put a hand through my hair. I needed to clear my head. I slipped out my school uniform and put on my Arctic Monkeys t-shirt, which is way too big for me. I just needed this t-shirt, no matter what size.
I opened the window in my room and climbed my way out to the tiny roof of the room under me. I sat down and already felt much better. I come here whenever I need some time alone. I love to watch the world up here where no one can bother me.
The sun was already setting on my left side and in front of me was the window of our neighbors. The curtain of the neighbor’s window is always closed. It’s the house of the May’s. My parents and I barely see or know something about them because they’re never home. They do have a son, never seen him though. But the curtain isn’t closed today. It was half open and the only thing I saw was an empty room with a bookshelf, a bed with a blue bedspread and a chair in front of a desk which was right in front of the window.
As I bend over to look a little closer into the room I noticed the room wasn’t empty anymore. A boy came in the room and sat down in the chair right across me. He didn’t notice me. He has brown messy hair and wears nerdy glasses which I swear have seen at the vintage store around the corner. He has a pretty slim figure and wears a knitted sweater.
He grabbed one the books he had on his desk and looked up at the window. He was startled when he saw me and dropped his book on the floor. I wanted to turn around and go back to my room like nothing happened, but I didn’t move. I just stared at him.
After a few long seconds he finally picked up his book and took it with him as he climbed on top of his desk to open the window. He sat on the tiny roof across me. He smiled. He had one of those smiles you just can’t forget. “Autumn right?” he asked. I nodded. “Isaac”. He put out his hand and I shake it. He looks a little older than me. “Are you alright?” he asked a bit worried. “I’m fine.” I lied and showed him my smile. “Are you sure?” he asked hesitated. “What’s that?”. I ignored the question and pointed at the black book he took with him. “Oh this is a sketchbook. I draw sometimes.” he said as he nervously scratched his neck. “Can I see?” I asked curious. “They’re not very good, just some doodles” he said with a shy smile . I grabbed the book anyway. “Autumn, come on, give it back!” he said and tried to grab it back. ” No, I wanna see!” I laughed and hold it away from him while I opened the book. I stopped laughing and stared with an open mouth at the paper in front of me. It was a drawing of a girl.
Every detail, every line, it was so real. Her hair, her eyes, her hands, everything. Even the freckles on her nose looked so perfect, like little stars on her face.
The girl was me.