Her eyes were the colour of a newly bloomed bluebell from the valley, enchanting, delicate. Like the flower her gaze was never direct, preferring a shy earthbound focus.
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Julia.
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This morning is different.
This morning I lay in bed, staring up at my ceiling. Nerves bursting through my chest, overwhelming my senses. I couldn't help but think about yesterday. My mind was filled with excitement to start the day.
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I enjoy the satisfying crunch of the leaves under my boots as I make the long tread to school. I can't stop my mind from racing, excited to see another day. I smile as I watch my brother jump around, giggling. My eyes trail along the flamboyant trees. I am a lover of the autumn, of the colours that are bold and homely, strong and yet a call to remember our Earth and all she gives in the harvest months. I could let my eyes soak in those scarlet maple-hands and the golden leaves that create more beauty than I'd ever dare ask for. It is the season of inner calm and a kindly stoicism etched in memories of joy. I stop walking, letting the breeze pass by me, tossing and playing with my hair.
I look up, spotting a flock of geese cutting through the pale blue sky.
I stretched-
"Hello?" a soft voice speaks out from behind me. I turn abruptly, startled. And meet the curious eyes of Gilbert Blythe.
"Gilbert!" I exclaim, my eyes widen in surprise, "um, sorry you startled me."
The dark haired boy smirks. "So you do remember me."
"No, I don't remember you. Who are you again? Grigory Blake?" I respond sarcastically.
"What a coincidence. We meet again." He chuckles.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I'd ask you the same thing."
"Well I am going to school." I say before walking away. I can't be seen talking to him again. The girls would be furious.
