Its a little bit funny, really. Sometimes, even the tiniest details can affect how we see the world. The little things. Sometimes, I can remember her this way. The way her hair trailed in dancing blonde tendrils down her back, so pale they were almost white. Other times, I can catch myself thinking about her pale freckles that dotted her nose so lightly they were nearly invisible. Lila.
I walked quickly through the mass of swarming students, keeping my head down, avoiding the stares I pretended I couldn't notice. It was always like this. Outcast. Freak. Nerd. Psycho. The words left on the tip of their tongues, waiting to be said the second you turned your back. I sighed, and adjusted the backpack straps on my shoulders. First days are always the worst. The only advantage of being new was nobody would notice if you weren't there. Smiling slightly, I rounded the corner and collided into a slim girl, scattering her books all over the floor. "
Watch where you're going." I snapped,
glaring at her. Swiftly she bent and picked up her books, before standing up and looking me straight in the eye. Her eyes, they were a kaleidescope of hazle brown, rimmed by dark lashes. She looked so familiar, but at the same time so different. Her lips curved into a self-conscious smile, as she pushed past me, dissipating into the crowd. Leaving me standing in the hallway staring after her. That was the first time I met Lila.
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Moon Child
Ficção AdolescenteShe was light, she was dark. she was happiness, she was love. she was freedom, pain, your first thought when you woke up, and that nagging feeling that kept you awake at night. she was Lila. When fourteen year old Cal met Her, Lila, he wanted nothi...
