Can Fates Change?

It was a normal Tuesday, or as normal as my days are. Going to school with people of a different religious background is quite a challenge. Either way, I met yet another girl. The unusual thing is that she is also displaying a fancy for me as well.

We have second block together. It was not until about three weeks ago that one of my teachers suggested that I get to know her better. I chose to do so by beginning to sit next to her in class. This, thus far, has worked quite well. It has evolved to the point that when we are on the same campus, we spend every available moment together.

The Tuesday was unique in that the school had an ACT preparation class (primarily for the Juniors) lasting from our advisory time after first block through second, and ending at lunch. I, being a Senior, could not and did not attend. Instead, I went to my second block class as normal, only missing the newest person in my abnormal life. Class ended and I packed up my things preparing for the afternoon repast. It was obvious that the ACT preparation class had let out early, due to the fact that she was standing at the door to our second block classroom, waiting for me. We did not exchange salutations, nor have we ever. We have never seen a need for them. As I held the door open to let out the torrent of students eager to receive their meals, I explained to her what she had missed in class that day. As the doorway cleared, I began to make my way out of the room, with her, to our usual spot to dine together. I thoroughly enjoyed the mealtime with her, as I always do.

As I rode the school's transportation to my local campus to get in my car, I thought back on the day, highlighting our time together. I came to remember that she had come all the way across the school for me. Specifically for me, and only me. Never before has anyone shown enough care towards me to do that. Never. As I adjust from eating on my own, away from the others and happily enjoying my own little world to eating with another human being, I will always think back to that Tuesday, remembering how she came. It is an odd feeling, but I am adjusting to it favourably.