My Lips are Sealed

2- Henry

I was smiling, smiling because I had Penny on my mind. Penny is... adorable to say the least. Her eyes are grey, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They are the grey of the ocean an instant before dawns first rays strike the water. These are the eyes that glance my way, each time ensnaring me in a net of adoration. Her hair flows down her back like golden silk, waving gently in the breeze. It looks perfect too. No matter what the circumstance. I sit next to her in French, too shy to speak. Penny is so smart, so cute. Whenever we meet at school she avoids eye contact and looks at the floor, smirking awkwardly. It's not often she looks and smiles, but when she does, it gives me something to be happy about.

I stepped out of the house, zipping up my faded, orange fleece, still smiling. The spring breeze took my breath away; I deeply exhaled and rubbed my palms together. "Come on Gloria!" She came bounding out the door and obediently stood by my side. As I started to walk, so did Gloria. The sun was warm on my neck behind me, Gloria panting as she always does. The village I live in, Barnard Castle is lovely. It's so tight-knit and welcoming; almost everyone has their own dog. As I reached the middle of street, I saw someone. Suddenly my heart started racing and I couldn't stop myself from grinning....