I listen as it howls, not unlike the cry of a wounded animal or a lost man. This cry filled so much with sorrow and regret yet always moving as if the cries, which would say it has no life or energy to keep moving, were running, faster then any man or beast can run. These are cries of the day, the night, and the in-between. These are the cries of a broken heart and a shattered soul. And yes these are the cries of the winds..
"Hi, my name is Derek," said the skinny yet tall brown haired boy,"what's yours?"
"Kimberly," I answered simply while studying this boy, I noticed he kept his head down and he stared at his feet.
"You have a beautiful name," he said almost stuttering.
"That was really corny," I replied suppressing a smirk. Even with his head ducked I could tell he blushed and he started to turn away as if to leave, "No, stay. Atleast you talked to me, everyone else chickens out before I can even say hi." And it was then that he finally looked up and I saw the most vibrant green eyes and he was definitely handsome enough to easily win over a girls heart. "Not mine," I think to myself.
Authors note
It's a short chapter but it's also the first, and by that I mean its a test paragraph let me know if you like it and I'll continue writing
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A Beginning Adventure
AdventureThere wasn't much to it, I mean can't we all be who we are and not be judged? It can't be that difficult to just do... We need to stop "thinking" about it and just do it. You do you and don't let anyone tell you that what your doing is wrong because...
