The hardest thing is knowing that in this pale facsimile of existence she’ll never love me. She’ll not be the one that got away. She’ll be the one who never even noticed me. I know I’m a ghost now, but it seems I’ve always been. Even when alive.
I look around me wondering what kind of boy she would like. Maybe I can’t attract her as me, but with the possibility of possessing a live body, why not become someone she does find attractive? I walk by all the kids in the hall, checking out every boy I pass, asking myself, is it him? Everyone gives me a big fat no, so I start passing through walls (a weird feeling) heading into classrooms in search of the perfect boy I could be.
In English class, they are composing poetry. According to the chalkboard, everyone is supposed to be writing a haiku, using the meter scheme of 7-5-7. She seems to be the kind of girl who likes poems so I try the assignment for myself. I stand there a few minutes, looking at everyone else busy penning potential brilliance and all I can come up with is this:
Smells like teen haiku
But reads like E.E. Cummings
I’m failing English.
I know, right? No wonder I could never get the girl. Death certainly hasn’t made me any more interesting. Damn it.
But leaving the classroom, I see him. The boy I am not. The perfect guy to attract the girl of my dreams. He is sitting in the front row, wearing his letter jacket, and perfectly aware every girl’s eye is more on him than the assignment. He is the teen poetry. I’ve even him seen him talking to her before out by the lockers, while she and her friend laughed at something he said.
I can’t help myself. I want to be him.
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A/N: a big thanks to everyone who has been following and liking this little exercise in flash Fiction or stories that even the writer doesn’t know where it’s going 😉 With that said, I had never intended to name my character here, but in order to flesh out the story I’m thinking maybe I should. But what do you think? Should my narrator have a name? Or is it better to keep him nameless? Do you think the reader makes a more personal connection to the character with him being anonymous? Thanks for any input you may have on this topic or the growing story itself. By the way, yesterday was my birthday, so go eat some cake in my honor 😉