I was in a cloud of grey. Students spilled out into a bleak October's afternoon. The school yard was grey. The sky was grey. A colourless huddle of loud chatter. "Who the hell is that?" There were immediate replies of "What?" "Where?" "Who?" An infinite melody of gossip. "Her name is Kennedy Hope." My ears perked up. My voice couldn't be heard over the others. "That can't be her name!" I craned my neck to see what the fuss was about.
Sure enough, there was a girl I'd never seen before in the corner. Her hair was dyed dark blue and her eyes were- purple? "Are those contacts?" Eventually the crowd broke apart to feed on another thing to gossip about, and we were alone.
"Hey!"
If she heard me she ignored my voice.
She didn't turn around.
Instead she hopped the school fence and sprinted.
"Hey, what-"
A hand from a bush popped out.
It pulled me under the gap in the fence.
"What the f-"
Kennedy Hope stuck up her middle finger and mouthed the word; silence.
She grabbed my hand and crouched behind a van in the car park.
I whispered, agitated: "We can't skip school! My parents will kill me."
She rolled her purple eyes.
The first time I actually heard her voice summed up her personality pretty well.
"Would you shut up and live recklessly? What's wrong with a little adventure?"
She pulled out a box from her rucksack.
Her eyes twinkled as she examined the spray cans in the light.
"Let's do this."
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Mentions Of Kennedy
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