It is funny how the world works, but I enjoy the joke.

I sat in class today, laughing at how miserable I am. I am going to be stuck inside all day while the sun gives its brightest smile. I look out the window as birds fly gracefully across a pastel sky. There are people outside doing nothing other than meandering across the grass. It is a beautiful day, where rarely anything could go wrong. Yet, there is something wrong here: I am stuck inside. How cruel fate must be to force me into four walls; even more so to put a window in these walls so I can look out and see. Yes, fate is against me.

But, then, I see you come into the room and I forget myself and my convoluted self. You have that wonderfully cocky smile on your face and that ugly t-shirt loosely hugging your back. We acknowledge each other for the briefest of moments, so time will not be disturbed. You walk out into another room, as if teasing me. I suddenly remember who I am and my thoughts come pouring back. I look outside the window again; it doesn't seem as magical as I remember. I have the urge to stay inside and read a book...