Watching Silent

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｏｎｅ

He couldn't help but watch the girl.

The silent girl.

She bit her lip, staring at a paper and writing down words every so often but then scribbling them out and sighing.

He never knew that a girl could write down words so graciously.

As he continued watching her, he moved his camera ever so lightly into both of his hands to the right position. No. A girl as beautiful as her can't have her picture taken. The picture wouldn't capture how her array of thoughts spun out of her hand every couple minutes, how her blue ocean eyes misted as she came up with a new idea, how she pushed back her curly raven black hair every time she wrote....

Darren contemplated with himself for a little bit until he finally put his camera down. A brilliant idea then sparked his mind. Somehow, he was going to talk to that silent, stunning girl.

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Elizabeth sat on a bench in the middle of the heart of New York City, trying to write a story about two teens wanting to find a cure for cancer. The two teens had wanted to find a cure to help others, but also to help their mother who had Pulmonary Carcinoma of the lungs, or lung cancer. Or at least, she was panning on it.

She wasn't having much success due to feeling really uncomfortable. She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her, taking her in. It was because of this that she wasn't looking up from her mostly scribbled out paper. The eyes felt like they were burning Elizabeth whole. She couldn't take it anymore. She looked up, right into the beautiful light brown eyes of her admirer.

Wow, she couldn't help but think. Her admirer was a devilishly handsome brown eyed, curly black haired guy probably around his early 20's. His face was really compelling next to the grey streets of New York. The guy quickly averted his eyes and looked past her after they made eye contact. She followed the mysterious guy's eyes. Her cheeks burned as she came to the realization that he wasn't looking at her but a sign past her. She had been nervous for no reason!!!

She then stood up ran her hand through her silky, black hair, and then began to wonder through the grey colorless streets trying to clear her head. She soon found a book store and nestled into a plain, wooden chair as her eyelids dropped.