The Girl With The Wishes [EDITING.]

[02]

C H A P T E R T W O

J A S O N  K I D D

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A COLD AND dark expression etched across my features. A frown appeared upon my lips and my mind filled with thoughts of the girl with the book of wishes.

Violet.

There was just something about her; something that attracted me and intrigued me in a way that I had never experienced before.

Violet was a mystery. There wasn't many things I liked but a mystery—that was an exception. I had noticed her for a while, simply acknowledging her for a mere few moments and then pushing her to the back of my mind. I was fairly new to the school, I hadn't been here long. I made some observations, though.

She had no friends, I had noticed as much, but everyone seemed to love her. Why? Shaking my head, I tried to think but I had only just met the girl properly, yesterday. She never frowned; she was always smiling.

"Hey man, got a pencil?" Some guy beside me had whispered to me. I think his name was Mike or maybe Mark? His green eyes darted to me and back to the front. I looked at him and then away, ignoring him. I liked to keep to myself.

Sitting at the back of class had its perks; you could see everyone and catch small glances of what they were doing and nobody cared to look back. I could sit in my seat, at the back corner of the classroom, near the window, by myself, and do what I did best—observe.

My head slumped downwards, my fingers tapping against the wooden surface of the desk, creating a rhythm of some sort to pass the time and cure my boredom. Turning to state out of the window, my excessive tapping had come to a sudden halt.

A familiar mop of brown hair caught my attention. My curiosity had gotten the better of me and I couldn't help but stare are her. She was pretty, in a natural and cute way. Her nose scrunched up as she began to scribble down something in that book of hers.

She seemed totally engrossed with what she was writing, her head was tilted downwards as her eyes skimmed over the pages, her fingers trailing over each detailed, design and pattern of her book. Her book of wishes.

Ring Ring Ring

The loud shrills of the bell had suddenly filled the air, everyone jumped from their seats and they all hurriedly packed up and rushed out of the classroom.

I last saw Violet yesterday and hadn't seen her since, until now. Remembering her, I looked up and my eyes looked around for her petite frame where she was sat on the grass, a fair distance away, underneath a tree. I stood up and moved to get a better look outside, but she was gone.

I grabbed my bag, I stood up straight and marched out the classroom, pushing my way through the throngs of people. Then I stopped, someome bumped into my back but I wasn't paying much attention to that. Why was I looking for her?

The girl had peaked my interest and that was a first. I pictured her for a second, her waist length brown hair that fell down in neat curls, those big brown eyes that were full of innocence and light—and that smile...it was such a warm, welcoming smile.

"Jason." Forced back into reality, I noticed the crows of people that once surrounded me had vanished. I looked up and my dark eyes clashed with a familiar pair...innocence and light.

"Violet." Calm and collected, I watched as she waved, my gaze settling at her side as I spotted her big brown book that was tucked under her arm.