THI IS HOW I PICTURED THE CHARACTERS.
BRINA FLORENCIA BRONCH
“I know! I’m crazy. Because I am talking to you.”MICHAEL HENNEQUIN WASHIGUN
“I know what’cher doing. I break rules. I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”*
YEAR 2017
Micheal’s are at the top of the table with one leg folded and the other one in a square pattern front of him, his elbow are resting on his knee and the other hand are leaning his palm from his back. He’s listening to their teacher’s program, around of the crowd the teacher didn’t see him even he’s acting weird, anxiously. Looking back and forth, looking anywhere, he stops and frowning and pursed lips. Brina showed from his back, she wondered {why what he was doing, why like he’s waiting for something?}
The curiousity. Then she realized when he looked up to the clock. A grin slowly plastered on her face. {It’s the clock, he wanted to go out} she thought.
His phone ring, he looked at that but before he catch up Brina stoled it
“No- nah” He turned around
“Give me THAT-”
“YOU’RE not going around.” She turned off the phone
She started to gave him a sassy glare and him got irritated. She raised her one brow, he’s nodding of like ‘really’ with a sarcasm face. They can’t beat each other. But seemed everything stop when they stopped and realized they are staring at each other. Brina saw someone on Micheal’s back, she thought it’s creepy- {it’s just Joe. Their 20 above year old friend who’s working at their cafeteria, they’re close like a big brother to them and Joe’s teasing them that they liked each other}
Joe’s are giving them a {I saw that} with a teasing grin look. Michael looked where she was looking, and he’s like {alright fine.} They both looked away from Joe. He roll his eyes “Give me that.” He snatch it
“Fine but,” Micheal came down from the table, he still have that angsty vibe “You. Need to help me, we have a project. You can’t just ruined that-”
“I am not.. I know.”
“Are you? You’re going to your other friends and partying with them-”
“Can you just. Trust me. I know, I will.” He looks round. He saw his friends Yulo and Evin “Alright, bye-”
“Micheal” Once again she called and he turned back, walking aback
“What?” He mumbled
“don’t be late.” He thumbs up and swept away, they rush to run.
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FORGOTTEN
Historical Fictionnothing its surprise. This story inspire by 13th century. France