One Page Stories.

First Impression.

When i first saw her, i didn't actually see her. I saw the stack of books that she was carrying. She had a bag strung over her shoulder and a good ten books that were stacked up in her arms, mostly all dusty covers. She had on a deep red cardigan and a black tee shirt under that, her jeans were light blue but obviously faded from so many times being worn. A pair of black boots that came up to her knees were smooth and most likely leather. Her hair was pulled down into a braid and her eyes were covered by glasses. I watched her stagger back and forth from one side of the walkway to the other. As she started walking to a large building, i snapped out of my daze and ran to her with open arms, catching a book that was about to fall off of the pile. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she was about to kick me for touching one of her books. I held it out to her and she looked at the top of the pile, i took two off of it and started carrying them. The girl had a big gody blue ring on her pointer finger that was almost as big as her thumb. On the rest of her fingers were either little gold bands, silver ones or even a little copper one that was on her pinkie. Her knuckles were bruised and as i looked closer at her face, i started to see that there was a bruise on her cheek. I always pegged her as one of those quiet, sweet girls that you would see hidden away in a corner but instead, she is covered in bruises and gashes going across her exposed skin. There was a scar over her bottom lip and she glared down at me as i carried her books. I walked her into the building then set the books own on the table that looked like it may break. She nodded her head then put her hands on her hips, bending at the elbows. She slid off her sweater and looked at me, i started to read the titles of the books and i could tell my eyes bugged out. They were all about magic and things that weren't supposed to be real. Magic, Dragons, Beings that weren't supposed to a thing other than in games, fake books and movies that are just all one hundred percent annoyingly photoshop and masks. As she looked at me i pushed my floppy hair out of my eyes and looked at her, she set the rest of the stuff down and picked me up from my crouching position, she curled her fingers around my belt loops and pulled me hard against herself, her eyes were sparkling almost and she whispered against my dry lips, "You going to just act like you helped me for no reason?". She said that almost like it was a dare, she shoved me onto the bed then crawled over on top of me, she was straddling my hips and she kissed me full of rage or passion, all i was trying to focus on was how she was taking off my belt and grabbing hold of my jeans.