She never speaks, the girl in the corner with the long brown hair and the angel eyes.
One of the older boys tried to open up her mouth, once, but she burned the palms of his hands and left us all with the taste of salt on ou(more)r tongues. He didn't come to school the next day, and when we went down the street to speak to his mother we found nothing and no one, only a slowly disintegrating pillar of stone carved with letters that pricked our eyelids when we blinked.
It was almost poetic, one of the other girls said. I didn't see how. I only knew that it was like a story I had heard when I was younger: Lot's wife and the pillar of salt and the burning city.
The girl with the brown hair and the angel eyes never says a word, but if you ask her the proper questions you will find the next morning that you have dreamed of the answers, whether you knew it or not. She does not offer help on maths tests. We know. We checked.
There is a boy in my class who is in love with the girl and her brown hair and her angel eyes, even though she never speaks. He leaves her poems during the lunch hour and she tears them to pieces and swallows them whole. She smiles as she does it, and when she coughs them up again to hand them back to him their fingers touch and everything smells of cold wind and fresh flowers.
Once, she held his hand, when he told her that he was leaving to visit his father, that he would miss her.
Before he left, she whispered something in his ear.
As Jake ripped the door open to the bar, he was greeted by loud shouts and cheers. He cursed under his breath - he knew he had missed an interesting play.
(more) Jake rushed passed the hostess and began to scan the crowd of jerseys packed into small tables and booths. He spotted his friends, and began edging his way between screaming fans (and bored girlfriends) towards their table.
As soon as he arrived, he looked up at the TV and saw someone high-stepping into the end zone. When the second started, he was screaming at the top of his lungs. By the end of the second, he was high-fiving friends and strangers alike.
A friend pulled him a chair from a nearby table, and slapped him on the shoulder grinning. "Ha Haaaa!" He shouted drunkenly.
Jake grinned back. He gave a loud, growling "Yeeeeeah!"
As the commercial played, Jake began to scan the crowd for the waitress. He waved her down, and pointed at his friend's beer before pointing at himself. The waitress nodded in acknowledgment.
Now that his beer was on its way, Jake could greet his other friends. Short waves, salutes, and head-nods came his way. He returned head-nods with couple shouts of "Yo."
The game came back on, and the hometown hero tossed a costly interception. The room let out a loud "AWW" and was suddenly filled with shaking heads.
Jake let out an angry "Agh!" sound, before slapping his hand on the table.
His buddies answered in agreement, slapping foreheads, pinching nose bridges, and scratching heads.(less)