ALORA JONES ✔️

CHAPTER 3

{QUINCY}

My friends and I began planning to sneak into the frat party because we kept hearing that some strange and abnormal things started to occur and we wanted to see that for ourselves, so a couple of minutes have passed and I decided to start heading to a hangout spot my friends and I always meet in, I started biking my way there and I could feel the air of the night hitting my face and as it went through my hair it felt as soft as the touch of an angel, it almost felt ghostly.

As soon as I reached, I flipped out my phone from my pockets and started texting my friends, but as I was texting them I heard the voices of three people laughing and I could also figure out the sounds of their bikes as their wheels kept rolling and hitting the little rocks on the road.

The first person I saw was Beatrice Bishop with her ginger hair flying up, her hair reached mid back so it looked as if her hair was trying to catch up with the wind, then I noticed how she had her biggest smile on that showed off her freckles and her pink-tinted cheeks, as they get closer I can see her brown eyes glimmer in the moonlight as if they were pools of honey, what I love about Beatrice is that she may seem like the quiet and shy kid but once you get to know her she has a bubbly personality and she would always be spotted with a smile on her face or she can be heard from down the hall laughing her eyes out.

I directed my attention to the person riding on the bike next to her and recognized Kareem's curly hair bouncing and his weird but contagious laugh that was adored by everyone, I believe he was the one cracking up the jokes since he was the one doing the most talking that resulted in getting the two girls crying from all the laughing, Kareem's fair melanin skin steals the show under the moonlight and his eyes always leave me mesmerized with the way his forest green iris cooperates with a hint of blue, honestly it looks like Van Gogh painted his eyes, he is an outgoing person, more like the opposite of Beatrice, he always jokes around with people whether he knew them or he just met them.

My eyes aimed at the last person which happened to be Minnesota's finest; Miss Jamie Flores, with her shoulder-length pitch-black hair flowing softly with air and her glasses loosely hanging on the bridge of her nose along with the sound of her laughter you wouldn't recognize her as the same competitive, uptight Jamie Flores that you see in school, she seemed too relaxed and in all honesty, it was a good look on her, most of the times at school you'd see her holding a book or finishing next week's homework, so in conclusion, I'm starting to believe that Jamie has two personalities; one in school, one outside.

They finally reached where I was and they filled me in on all about what they were talking and laughing about on the way here and so we spent the next fifteen minutes laughing and just catching up before we decided it was best we head out for the party.