After the events of the saving of the cat, me and Arya were being checked by the doctors by the ambulance that someone called, making the whole scene sound way worse than it actually was. So the ambulance and our parents were called. Turns out the middle-aged man that I mentioned calling out Aryas name was her father, taking her to school.
It was obvious that my parents werent going to come, so I just told them my parents didnt own phones and they asked if they would be able to contact them any other way. I-of course- said no, and left the conversation at that.
I then left them to see Arya, but when I had looked around for her I wasnt able to find her. I had guessed that I looked like a lost puppy searching for its owner.
Just then I was surprised to feel a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned and to my surprise was tackled by a small pair of arms wrapping around my neck. As I never let anyone get this close to me I quickly tried to push them off, but surprisingly their grip was pretty strong for such a petite figure.
Sorry! Cant get rid of meeeeeee!!! Arya yelled.
Oh lord, what do you want from me now? I asked with a questioning gaze on her.
She giggled. And I did with her.
Since when do I giggle? I thought to myself, but was ripped from my lingering thoughts, as she placed a kiss upon my cheek-..
Thanks. She said, pulling her giggling self together, and I froze.
I stopped laughing with her and pushed her off me harshly. She looked at me curiously, probably why I shoved her away so suddenly.
Sorry. She said, diverting her gaze from me onto the ground, with a sad look in her green eyes that made the brightest gems and jewels jealous.
A sharp pain entered my stomach. Not from pushing her away, or the sad look in her bright eyes. But the fact that before her the only person who had ever kissed me so gently like that. Was Virginia.
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