My World

December 3, 2008
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Headphones in, eyes closed. She swayed slightly and tapped her foot to the sound of the music in such a way that I could almost feel the beat inside me. She was across the street, sitting on a partially white bench with large spots where the paint had began to peel, revealing the natural wood. It was a cold day. The first truly cold day of the year. The sky was hazy overhead, threatening to burst open and sprinkle a dusting of early snow.
But she was dressed warm. Short hair peeking out underneath a black-knit cap, her delicate neck wrapped in an over-large blue scarf. She was stunning. She didn’t belong on the graffiti-covered, old gum-encrusted bench. But there she was, every morning at the same time, in that same spot, listening to music intently. The world was blurred around her, and she didn’t seem to notice it.
Some days she would bring a book with her. She was even more marvelous while concentrating, her head lowered, occasionally lifting her hand to tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face back into the hat.
The bus pulled up and I averted my eyes to look into the now luke-warm cup of black coffee. Without really thinking I took a sip, grimaced. I didn’t like warm coffee. The waitress was at the table now, looking across the street at the bus, one eyebrow raised. She asked me if I wanted her to refill my cup. I shook my head. She started to leave, then came back, her white tennis-shoe squeaking against the pea-soup colored tiles as she turned on her heel. She leaned forward, resting one hand on the table, the other on her hip. She looked slightly aged, perhaps from raising children, I guessed. But her eyes told a different story. They were large and youthful, deep brown.
“I see you in here every morning,” she said quietly, her eyes laughing like a child‘s. “Talk to her.” Her back was already turned to me before I could say anything, and I watched her disappear into the kitchen, then looked out the window. Too late. She was gone with the bus.
I pursed my lips and sighed, left the waitress a tip by the half-empty cold coffee. I gathered up my things, a ratty black computer bag full of paper and pens instead of a laptop, and the newspaper I had bought at a stand.
I tucked the newspaper under my arm and pushed open the glass door. The cold wind swirled against my face, kissing my cheeks red. My eyes focused on a flake of snow falling in front of me. I watched it, swirling slightly in the breeze, slowly until it touched the cracked sidewalk.
The world repositioned itself in front of me, suddenly covered in a whirlwind of white. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and started off down the street, drinking in the fresh scent that the new snow brought with it. Maybe tomorrow, I thought, turning the corner and leaving behind the little coffee shop.

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sunsetfire94 said...
Nov. 10, 2009 at 5:09 pm
This is really great! The ending is open ended though, so I'd love to read more, but I guess that's what makes it such a great story right?
Chelsea D. replied...
Nov. 12, 2009 at 2:58 pm
That's kind of how I feel. I don't really want to finish it. Nothing I've written after this has felt right. It...disturbs it.
GlowingDarkness said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 7:48 pm
this is wonderful and you should def. write one in HER pov. Great job! :D
Chelsea D. said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 5:57 pm
OR, I might put them both up. I'm not sure yet.
Liv_2010 said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 5:56 pm
I loveeeee your writing! Apparently, I'm not the only one that like this article :)
Chelsea D said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 5:03 pm
I suppose, because of the requests, that I'll write the next piece =]
But I need to know-should I continue it from his POV, or should I write in hers this time? Let's make this spimple, put Hers! for her POV, and His! for his POV. Whichever gets the most comments, I'll write it in that POV.
Thank you so much for all of the positive feedback!
Chelsea D.
tennisislovee34 said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 2:04 pm
I really like it but I'd love to hear more
Westie_candies2012 said...
Oct. 19, 2009 at 10:23 am
Id like to know more, what happens between them?
Chelsea D. said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 11:05 pm
I have another account with two other articles if anyone would like to check them out. Thank you so much! Here's the first article:
Rorylubinsky said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 6:27 pm
This article is phenomenal. Very descriptive and charming. Write some more, please!
strawpoker said...
Sept. 27, 2009 at 1:03 pm
I loved it! So original! Write more!
raevyn_13 said...
Sept. 27, 2009 at 6:52 am
I loved it!!!! You're a really great writer and I hope you keep it up!!! Wow!!! ^_^
. said...
Sept. 13, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Oh my goodness gracious. This piece is absolutely amazing! The first paragraph really drew me in and it just got better. I love it so much, and all of the descriptive details really give me a picture for what's going on. Great work! Keep writing!
Chelsea D. said...
Sept. 8, 2009 at 9:56 pm
Thank you! Everyone, for the positive feedback. I never expected anyone to say anything close to these comments.
I have been writing since...well as long as I can remember, before I was writing, I was telling stories. Again, Thank you so much!
FrankiP said...
Sept. 8, 2009 at 9:27 am
That was amazing. That's all I can say.
Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 8, 2009 at 4:48 pm
I told you this was amazing!
Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 12:43 pm
I'm speechless. If this doesn't land in the magazine it will certainly be picked up by someone else. You created such and image in my head. Its amazing. You possess no talent what-so-ever. What you have cannot be called anything but a girt. Once again, a remarkably well-done piece. Keep writing, please, I can't wait to see what more you put out there.
God bless,
Chelsea D. replied...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 3:59 pm
I'm sorry but I'm just a little confused. You started out saying that 'you're speechless', and if it doesn't end up in the magazine, 'someone else will pick it up, and then you said, 'You possess no talent what-so-ever. What you have cannot be called anything but a girt'
And then go on saying that its a 'remarkable piece'. What exactly do you mean?
Laurenx3 replied...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 4:16 pm
She means that this isnt a talent that you have worked for or taken classes for. You were born with a talent for writing. You are ment to be a writer.
Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 6, 2009 at 1:11 pm
Yes, thank you for clearing that up. I'm not the most tech-savvy so my typing skills are minimal at the most... When I said 'girt' I meant 'gift'. Please forgive my clumsiness. The point that I wanted to make was that your level of skill is not something that can be learned, its something you're born with. Like Laurenx3 said, "You're meant to be a writer."
God bless and sorry for the confusion,
Regisky10 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 1:18 am
This is really cool.
I wish I could write like you do. Somehow the description fits with the story. Nice going!
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