Her.

Chapter 2

A black dress, long wavy light brown hair and big eyes, which color I couldn't see because she was too far from me. This was my first impression of her.

She didn't notice me. She was standing between two graves, not facing neither of them but looking at the opposite direction. There weren't any tears or grief on her face, things which are usually spotted on peoples faces in the cemetery. In fact, there wasn't any emotion on her face. She was just blankly looking forwards, not even moving a bit.

My first thought was that she is probably going through a trauma, perhaps the loss of someone she loves, since she was at the graveyard. But why wasn't she facing any of the graves? And why was she so emotionless? I knew that I should probably leave her alone, it wasn't my business what she was doing or feeling but I couldn't. I just couldn't stop looking at her.

It wasn't the fact that she was beautiful or that her body was looking good which usually catches boys attention. I didn't know what it was but I just couldn't move my eyes away from her.

You know when you are staring at someone and this person suddenly returns and faces you. Well, this happened. She looked at me, still not showing any emotion. For a while we were just staring at each other. I wanted to distract the awkwardness so I started talking.

"Hey, I'm Ethan."

A long silence.

This whole thing was getting a bit creepy and definitely weird. I stepped closer to her and smiled to make her feel more comfortable.

"So, what's your name?"

Again silence.

I had almost decided that I should go and leave her alone since she obviously didn't want to talk to me when she responded.

"Annabelle"

An answer, what a surprise. Her voice was shaky and very low and that's why I thought that she may had cried before but the lack of any evidences made me hesitate about this.

"Nice to meet you, Annabelle. So you're not from Greyville, are you?"

I was almost 100% sure that she wasn't. She looked around my age, which meant that she should be going to high school. There was only one high school in Greyville and I knew most of the people there and even if I didn't know her personally, I should have seen her before, in the hallways or in the canteen or somewhere else. After all, the high school wasn't big.

Another option was that she was homeschooled but again I should have known of her existence, especially since she way pretty and a lot of boys should have noticed her.

Unsurprisingly and predictably, it took her some time to answer.

"No."

Actually this kind of questions' answers were a bit difficult for me to get. Did she mean: "No, I'm not from Greyville" or "No, you're wrong, I'm actually from there?"

I didn't have a lot of time to think over this anymore because she said:

"Goodbye".

Then turned and quickly left. And I was just standing, full of confusion.

Green.

Her eyes were green.