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Jay
The silence was only interrupted by Hailey turning the pages of her approximately million paged book that was ‘a lovely but tragic love story’. She made books sound quite interesting, I thought it was simply a book written by a now-dead-but-then-lonely old man with nothing to do but write a couple hundred pages of absolute nothingness.
The quiet was also interrupted by exaggerated sighs from Allison hanging upside down on her beanbag that looked like a bunch of bad colours not mixed completely.
After quiet came quiet…waiting…waiting.
“Alex!” shouted Allison, her blonde hair fanning out around her like a halo. I chuckled to myself at the irony.
To our dismay-but not surprise- there was no answer. Allison groaned, patience was a virtue that evaded her completely.
She and Hailey were complete opposites, the kind of opposites expected to, when put in the same room…or area…or continent, begin World War III.
Allison: loud, fiery, sarcastic, nerdy but impossible to say with one look. Then came Hailey; quiet, shy and not-so-secretly loved by Alex. Of course, Alex, by nature, was a people person, who loved biology and Hailey.
The doctors left in a flash of white-coated fury such a long time ago that we all discussed the possibilities of what might have been happening in the room. Temptation, as usual, poked a us, begging us to enter or at least open that white door to view what lay behind.
“Too bad we can’t go in right?” I stated in the debate, halting the argument.
The replies were hesitant, “…yea…”
Finally, finally! The door creaked open without catching our attention. After Alex cleared his throat (quite loudly), all heads turned to the girl beside him. It seemed she depended on him to hold most of her weight as she leaned heavily on him and, as they shuffled to an empty seat, she limped and swayed a bit. My best guess was a fall but she looked so frail that if she fell she might have shattered.
She was a fairy-child, with liquid light flowing down her back, and golden eyes. She looked fast, agile and radiated power. She was special.
No she is not special. She is trouble; you are not going to fall for her.
The part of my mind that always forced me to take the risk wondered why. She is trouble; girls like her only get you in trouble. Stay away.
The opposing part of my mind was ignored for the moment. The girl’s hypnotising eyes were the reason. They darted around the room, drinking in everything. She seemed to be looking for something while leaning forward in her wicker chair as if preparing to rise at any second.
