THE DAY IT BEGAN....

My eyes followed him through the crowd. broad shoulders, curly hair, black jacket, muscular arms, spinning a football amidst other guys. I sighed as he slowly disappeared from my sight into the bright light at the end of the hallway. Turning back I started walking towards my class unable to take my mind off the guy in his black jacket. I sat there alone looking out the the window beside me with a thousand questions "who was it?". "how does he look?". "when did he join?" . "how long is he gonna stay?" . "damn, I should have seen his face" and I heard a sound, it was a voice. A faint distant voice, equally smooth, rather tense, young but strangely mournful. I turned to take a look at the face of the voice but all I could see was the sleeve of the black jacket move away from the door. I rushed but it was too late. The whole day had passed but I could still hear his faint voice no matter where I go or what I do. Finally I laid down on my bed trying to sleep and hoping that i could see his face.