Red Roses Can Turn Black

A quick peek

“Shut up!” I yelled a little too loud, with my face bright red. I dust off my black skirt. It was flowing in the wind a little too much. My Black shirt that matches with the shirt. My green eyes was looking at the sun. I heard a boy’s voice, Kyle was his name, “Alex, Come on baby girl. Don’t try to hide or run. Let me get a touch.” His voice was deep and nice; but he would only want me to ‘play with him’, that that being said. He wants me to have sex with him. I started running again. I look back and saw him. Kyle with his perfect blush eyes, it was nicely blue, Like the sky. He look strong so you know he had abs. I always wanted to feel his blonde hair. But the roots was black. Then you can tell he was a want to be surfer. I saw threw his lies. He was like me, different from the rest, yet why did he hide it? Is it really that bad to be different? I looked back and felt my hair staying behind me. ,my lugs felt heavy. I really wasn’t use to running so fast. If I think about it, Kyle did get fast. I should have learned by now. I needed to run faster, but that’s what he want me to do. If I run faster then my skirt will lift up.

“Kyle, Please stop. It’s too early for this! I don’t want to run all the way to school because of you!” I said yelled very loud. Kyle must have been hot. His blonde hair was savvy but smooth. Like Justin Beiber old hair. I stopped running as I heard him stop running. I looked at his white skinny jeans. His cold less eyes was staring at me hard. “K-Kyle” I stutter,

“Alex, come on. I want to play.” I heard Kyle say as his tan hand rest on my waist. I was like a deer in head lights. I saw his, sky blue shirt. I tried to step back but my body felt heavy. “I got you where I want you.” Kyle said as I look at the smirk on his lips. 

How did he turn out like this? Honestly, we grew up when we was little. Where ever my family moved to. He was moving next to us. He kept and loved that black hair. He always liked it long. He use to be emo. Then scene. Now, a surfer? Honestly, he was my first love. Now he changed it’s like, gross. He was thirteen then. Maybe at fifteen he got his lip done. Something called spiterbites. He took it out and now there nothing but her smirk on his lips. I looked around. I think I should give up.

~Aurthor~

This is just a to see if it's any good. I will put more up soon.