The Paper Trails of a Parasite

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As a result of moving around quite a bit when I was younger, I never really had a lot of friends. At least not the kind that stick around for a long time. So when I met him, Carmona, I was kinda… stuck.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Freshman year of highschool, I had just moved back to Arkansas from Texas and was currently spending all of my lunches with an angel named Mrs. Macon. One day in mid October, I was sitting in the cafeteria before school started as I usually do, when I saw a boy sitting about seventeen feet away from me, looking at me from the corner of my eye. Well… maybe looking is an overstatement, perhaps it was a glance; whatever it was, I saw it. I often like to brag about my memory when it comes to people. I remember exactly what he wore that day: a faded red zip-up, baggy grey sweatpants that cuffed at the ankle, and a pair of white Nike Blazer Mid 77’s. Stalkerish… Hypervigilant… Observant, honestly all the same to me.

As the bell rang I walked to my first period class, only for him to walk into the same exact room moments later. I hate to sound delusional, but at that very moment I was convinced that our meeting was fate. Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve known someone for lifetimes? I can’t quite describe it,  but that’s how it felt with Carmona. I took a second look at this dude and felt as if every problem in my life had gone away… and for a while, it did.

Later that day I found out we had another class together, one in which we had our first actual interaction. He sat in front of me in physical science, I stared, it’s a habit. He raised his brows, it made me laugh, that was it really. Over the next couple of weeks our interactions were simple; we talked in class, sat together at lunch, then went on with our lives. 

It wasn’t until thanksgiving break that our lives took a turn.