Khahil, a middle class trying to fit in a private school full of all the rich and high class teens, sticks out of the crowd like a large pimple on a teen's forehead. Ready to pop! Trying his best to make it through the hectic lifestyle that is High school, he finds the whole experience getting difficult by each period. 

But by a chance of luck, he happens to catch the attention of a high class Avenue Girl named Cleo. And she seems to have a likening for him. 

Now caught up between what the people around him have to say about such an unusual relationship, and trying to make it through his last two years of High school. His life won't be the same as it once was before.

Avenue Girl

I usually don't wake up before my alarm, but today I'm making an exception. I skipped breakfast simply because I wanted to get to school as early as possible before the first bell. I wanted to meet that violin girl again, and this would be my only chance. 


Walking through the crowd of teens all trying their luck for love, I soon joined the pack too. My eyes were searching for her, for those pretty eyes. I searched up and down the hallway. There she was, but the person she was with was so unsettling. 


She was leaning against her locker, and the school jock Mike was leaning towards her with his muscular arm right above her head. I'm pretty sure he was spitting game, while flexing his muscles. 


And at that point I knew all hope was lost, because I knew every single girl in this school would KILL to be hit on by Mike the Jock, and I guess she was the lucky one. 


The smile I walked into school with faded away as I walked past them. Making my way to class before the first Bell, I sat by table drowning in my depression. The familiar pattern of a miserable life began to repeat itself once more. 


 I skipped my lunch break, opting not to see anything that would remind me of my complete misery. 


I convinced myself that my misery would end if I just made it through the day. The sports period soon arrived and I found a quiet empty place to sit by the stadium stands, drawing away my tears. 


Suddenly I was greeted by a soft voice. 


"Hey, I've been looking for you all day", it said. 


 Who would possibly be looking for me in this school, unless of course I'm in some kind of trouble. I turned up to see it was those pretty eyes once more. It was the Violin Girl. 


She sat right beside, and I tried my best to act cool. 


"Uhm, why would you be looking for me", I asked her. 


"You're the poor kid who can draw really well right", she asks me. 


 Of course she knows me by that title, it sticks to me like a sore label. Reluctantly I replied, "yes that's me" 


Waiting for some crude response I watched her lips for the words to slip out. 


"Cool", she says, "you're the perfect person to help me with something" 


That answer was not what I expected, to the point that it threw me off my game. "Help with what exactly", I asked her. 


"There's no time to explain but don't worry we'll make the time", she said that while grabbing my Art book from my hands. 


 "Mmmmm let's see if you aren't all talk", she stated. 


Honestly when she did that I felt so damn nervous, not because of the cartoon like sketches I had drawn on the first pages of my book, but rather the sketch of her pretty eyes in the middle of the book, FULLY DETAILED. 


She buzzed through the pages of the book, and I was shaking in my nervousness. 


"Please Lord, let her pass that page, please, please please, let her not notice it", I prayed in my heart. 


Like always the Lord found it funny not to answer such prayers and found a kick out of it. For the same page I was praying she'd avoid was the same one she ended up on. 


 "Mmmmmmmm" was the only sound she made while studying the sketch. She took out a pen and began to write something at the bottom of the sketch. 


After she was done writing, she closed the book and handed it back to me. 


"Talk to you soon Khahil", she said as she smiled and walked away. 


I quickly opened my book to find what exactly she wrote in it and what I found was surprising. 


Her name and phone number were written at the bottom of the sketch, with a little note saying, "Call me" with a smiley face next to it. 


I took out my sketch pencil and titled the sketch with her name. 


"Cleo", I wrote a subheading underneath it saying, 


Pretty eyes