"Who are you?" I turned around to meet a girl about my height or shorter, and I was 5'6 and a half. Her green-ish blue (or was it the other way around) bore into my electric blue eyes. She was a natural red head, and she seemed to have bleached her hair for God knows why. I, on the other hand, had this rather dry looking brown hair. She had porcelain white skin, and I had this natural (people have said pale, I don't exactly see how) olive skin.
To put things bluntly, the only reason I was comparing myself to her was probably because she radiated bizarre beauty. Comparable to a goddess. And I had cuts, scars, and a broken ankle, so yeah that was saying a lot. I also most-likely have leaves poking out of my hair, and a branch or two while I'm in that topic.
I looked down, my eyes noting her attire while I was at it. This woman was making me self-conscious! Perfection like this has to be fake, yet somehow...I knew it wasn't fake.
I wasn't exactly able to study her attire as much as I would have, since I hung my head in shame. I did notice her shoes, she was wearing black, (at least 6 inches) ankle strap platforms. And with that, I instantly knew one flaw she had, she was short. Not to be mean or anything, but like she seems like a goddess, finding a flaw is satisfying. And I'm sorry Lord for saying that. I'm such a bully.
"My name is Andrea" I replied, I can't believe I haven't replied. I stayed silent for, no doubt ages! I received no reply. O look up to meet her green-ish blue eyes again, this time it sparkle in amusement. I'm not an exhibition, but what's up with the reaction?
"My names Andrea too!" She said happily, after studying me, and most-likely thinking I was anything but hostile. I looked at her, my eye brows kintted in thought.
"Well, I suppose our name isn't quite unique," I shruggeed "Do you have a second name?" She shook her head
"And you?" I shook mine in reply.
"Well then, nicknames?" She asked me as she fluttered her eyelids, I realized she had thick eye lashes, and long to boot. I'm feeling jealous again!
"Well, call me Dre, I suppose" I muttered "And you?" She looks down suddenly fasinated with her shoes.
"Well, I don't exactly have anyone to call me by a nickname," She rotated her shoe's heel agaisnt the cement.
"I think Andy, will work but, personally I think Bre is better" I suddenly blurd out, Andy felt a little too boyish for a grl like her, then again the only difference in our nicknames, if ever she picks Bre, is the first letter.
"Bre is nice!" She cheered up looking up from the ground "It's better than princess, or baby, or little girl, or---" She stops and face palmed herself
"I forgot!" She said as I looked at her in confusion
"Uhm, what?" I inquired, she gives me a faint smile
"I wanted to see if you were okay" She frowns as she stares at my wounds, and probably my dirty outfit. Suddenly I remembered my painfully twisted left ankle, and pain enveloped me.
"Shit"
"What's wrong---I mean of course I know what's wrong, no duh. Jeez! Clinic! Yes, the Clinic!" She reluctantly and awkwardly placed her hand on my left shoulder, I kind of cringe. She looks startled by it.
"I'm sorry! I don't...exactly know what to do..." She looked constipated from thinking. Jeez, it's obvious from this girls face that she haven't worked a day in her life, I'm doubtful she knows what to do. I bet it school she sits pretty and other people do her dirty work, and maybe she doesn't even have to ask. Most likely. I sighed. Jealousy.
"Put this hand here, and the other here" I said as I pointed where, and I slung my right arm over her shoulder. "Support me from there, I've twisted my left ankle" She nods but looks confuse, like my words were alien.
So she held by my waist and she gripped my wrist that was over her shoulder, for a few steps forward she was about as useful as a snail. She wasn't;t exactly supporting me.
"Support my weight!" I hissed with that she slowly improved in this---I suppose--- skill. She was doing better by the time the car came in few, there seemed to be--- a man I assume as the driver, based on the attire and the fact he stayed close by the car.
"Charles, please get in the car and start the engine, I would like to go to the town clinic." She says with authority, and he does what she says. Once we both got in he raced for the town clinic.
"So, I guess this town is too small for a hospital" I sighed, I personally prefer a hospital, but injured people can't be picky, hopefully this clinic isn't small and crowded.
"Yes." She replied but her eyes looked distant, though I didn't care. I had to start thinking of what happened after this. I'm in a new, and I'm pretty sure peculiar and unheard of town, what's my next move?
