Glassy-Eyed Girl, Nijika Cole [best historical biographies .txt] 📗

It’s been months since I left home. Now I’m up here in my room trying to look for things to save before the house gets destroyed. After my parents died, I decided to just sell the house and Jyggie agreed. I was about to leave the room with all the things I found precious when I heard a thud. I looked around and I saw a thick book. It wasn’t an official book but I remember it. I made this book back when I was a kid. The title read, “One Day we’ll meet” and I didn’t know what got into me but I just began leafing through the pages. I started with the story of my “old” life through Chapter I of the very book I held tightly in my hands.
Chapter I
~Mark
I've been alone almost all my life. Although I have my parents, I'm not really very close to them. I have no siblings and no friends on top of that. You might think my life is lonely but I really think it's no big deal at all. Mark Dio is my given name and I’m one of those nerds that people try to stay away from. Let me tell you how I look then. I have ash blonde hair, freckles on my nose and ocean-blue eyes that are hidden by my thick glasses. I guess I'm your typical geeky guy. I don't really mind being alone so I really don't need to receive such pity looks. I hate it when my parents look at me sadly as if I was a big disappointment in their life. I just spend time observing the lives of other people that I found interesting because I’m a writer. I’m a member of a writer club online. It’s a website called BookChase where you could write your own book and observing people help me gather good ideas for it. It's like when I see those people, I just know. For example, I know the girl that sits beside me in biology class is pregnant and one of our professors is the father. I know that the school captain is dating the head of the cheerleader but in reality he's in love with the nerdy girl in chemistry class. I know that the school principal is thinking of quitting because she thinks that she's wasting her time in such a low ranking school. I know a lot and maybe that's why people try to get away from me. They're afraid I might use the information I know about them to threaten them but I, in reality, have no intention of doing that. I also mean that when I say “observing”, it means I stay on the side and never interfere. I get tired of being an observer from time to time and I’ve been wishing all my life that one day I’ll meet a person who would change me inside out.
That person came into my life on the 19th day of August 2009 and she changed my life with me only realizing it when it was already too late to express my gratitude.
August 19 seem like a day like any other day...well, that was what I thought. I began scribbling in my notebook about the new information I gathered from different people. I want you to know that I’m not really a stalker, it’s just that observing is what I do best. It was already dismissal but I still had no intention of going home. I just stayed in my usual spot trying to look for interesting people that passes me by. Then there was this particular girl who caught my eye. She had auburn hair and she had three companies with her who were obviously her friends. She was wearing a beautiful smile on her face and she was shining. I would have stopped looking if only I didn't get a glimpse of her eyes. She had silver eyes and those very eyes betrayed her smile. She had glassy-eyes and it would seem as if any moment the glass would shatter and tears would start falling. I knew right away she was in pain. I can't even believe her friends would fall for her smile! After seeing her eyes, I couldn't bear looking at her smile anymore. I burrowed my head in my notebook and I realized I scribbled her name without me knowing. Even if I was a transferee of course I know who she is, she's Nika Roberts.
As I reached the ending of chapter I, I couldn’t help but smile. Between the pages was another story written in pink ink. It was Nika’s idea to write her own side of the story.
~Nika
I’m Nika Roberts and I have a cute little brother named Peter. I’m just your average girl and people say I smile too much. I have a secret and that’s I’m an aspiring writer. Sometimes I think it’s my only talent so I try my best to be good at it. I’m a member of a writer club online called BookChase where you could write your own stories and I’ve written at least five books already.
Chapter II
~Mark
I can't believe I've never noticed her before. She was my seatmate in English class and she was the best. She’s also the most beautiful and the most charming among all the girls.
"Hi." I told her before realizing what I've done.
"Oh. Hello there." She said, her voice unwavering. I wish she would stop looking so sad. I wish her eyes wouldn't look so sad all the time. I wish her silver eyes will someday match her pretty smile.
That was the last time I talked to her in English class. Since I’m no talker, I just continued observing her.
Days passed and I noticed a lot of changes in her. Her eyes looked even sadder than they were before. Her auburn hair that used to be always fixed was in bundles, as if they haven't been combed for a long time. Her smile faded day by day as her friends disappeared from her side time by time. This continued for a long time.
As I was sitting in my usual spot during dismissal waiting for her to pass by, I saw her friends. They were together but she wasn't there. I wasn't surprised because I know the day would come when they would all disappear from her side just like that. I continued to wait but she really didn't pass by. Panic began to form in me and I decided to look for her. It was a long time before I could see her. She was huddled in a dark corner and she was gazing far away as if she wasn't there at all. I know what I was going to do is wrong since this isn’t part of my job as an “observer” but I can’t just leave her like that. I’m not as cruel as others can be.
"Nika, are you okay?" I muttered trying to calm my pounding heart. She turned to look at me and tried to remember my face.
"You're the boy who said hi to me in English class, right?" She said, her voice close to tears.
"Yes. What happened to you?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't tear up.
"A lot has happened to me. No one would understand." She replied as if hoping I would go away but I held my ground.
"I would. I've been alone all my life that I've been trained to be a good listener" I said as I sat beside her. She looked at me to confirm if I was lying and then she smiled.
"I'll tell you but not today. I better get home before cops go looking for me." She said and waved goodbye as she started to get up.
"It's a promise then." I smiled and waved in reply.
When I went home, I went straight to the computer. I logged in to that online writer’s club and I wrote in the book I called, “One Day we’ll meet”. It was a book I made and only one person knew that it was a collection of my day to day life and her username is Jyggie019. She’s the only friend I got really close to in BookChase without actually meeting her in person. She writes tragic stories and when I asked her why online, she simply answered, “I create tragic not love.” I try not to ask anymore for fear of arguing with her. Anyway, what she didn’t know is that the book is actually inspired by her because I want to meet her one day. With this book, I was hoping that one day I could write in that I met her already and I’m already happy. The want of meeting Jyggie019 was also the reason I went in Roseville. I asked her where she lived and when she answered Roseville, I convinced my parents to just live here. Thankfully, they didn’t ask and just gave up on my whims. I’m totally a nerd but I’m also a human who want to at least be able to meet even one single person who could understand me and wouldn’t judge me. The type of thing I was hoping I could find in Jyggie019. I wanted to meet her so bad because I was hoping she was the one I’ve been wishing to meet all my life that could change me.
When I got to school the next day, Nika was by the gate. She noticed me then smiled and waved. I ran to her and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I was waiting for you." She said as if it was only natural. I hope she didn't see me blush or something.
Every day, she would do just that. She would wait on me and sometimes it would be me waiting for her. She didn't tell me her problem and I didn't push her. I also noticed that she was smiling again even if her eyes still bore pain. We exchanged numbers and she would call late at night just to say goodnight. She also started calling me her friend. I wished that time would just stand still and let us be like this but just as the saying goes, "Nothing lasts forever."
Chapter III
We became friends for four months and in those months I kept our memories together. We would start hanging out in malls and she'll have sleepover in our house. I asked her if we could do it in their house too but she said it would be boring. I decided not to push it since I could see I just touched a touchy subject.
In the fifth month of our friendship though, she started to change. She would go to school looking very unkempt and her smile would rarely show in her face. I didn't ask her what's wrong because I was scared it might upset her. But one day she showed up with marks on her wrists and bruises on her hands.
"What are those?" I asked trying to tell myself to be brave.
"It's nothing. Don't mind it, Mark." She replied quickly brushing me off. I grabbed her and she looked surprised but I had to do it. I know I just had to.
"This isn't nothing!" I said trying to keep my composure. She pulled herself free from me and got furious.
"I told you it's nothing! When will you stop thinking that something's wrong! They were right you are nothing but a freak!" She screamed in my face and walked away. The stupid me got angry and shouted "Fine! Forget