Meant To Live

Part 2 ^ Sinning

Sinning wasn't a good thing. My family surely made that statement clear. Though I can't say that I feel the same. Sure, the things that counted as sinning weren't the best, but I've lied before. I'm sure everyone has at least once in their lives. It would be a lie to say they haven't lied. So you're sinning either way.

Kyle and I parted ways to our classes when I spotted one of my friends Lou. Her skin always looked flawless, being a perfect honey tone since birth. She had curly black hair that was tied into a loose pony tail on the back of her head. Her jeans were stained by paint on her left thigh, but it still looked good. A sweatshirt wrapped around her thin waist, a tight fitting black shirt clung to her body shape as well.

I hadn't realized how pretty she was until now. Though I soon pushed the thought away and walked towards her.

"Hey!! Kierra, how are doing! It's great to see you again, I'm said we didn't hang out this weekend. My dad was being a total asshole about letting me leave the house." Her voice was sweet and it surely matched the sweet aroma of her perfume.

I shrugged the topic off. "It's no big deal. Besides, I needed myself a relaxing weekend. I've been so stressed with god knows what."

My statement caused her to give a soft laugh, sounding like a song. "Well good for you, Kie." I loved when she called me what I wanted to be called. "Meet back here in five? I see you still have you backpack and I doubt I'll be leaving ready anytime soon."

With a nod, I began the walk to my locker. It was towards an empty section of lockers, though they were filling up quickly. There was a girl next to my locker, trying out her lock while holding a piece of paper, obviously new and figuring it out.

I grabbed my lock and began turning it until it popped open. I glance to the girl who was still jiggling hers as if it were to magically open. "Having some issues?" I asked with a smile and she looked at me, having to brush her long brown hair out of her green eyes and freckled cheeks.

She gave a nod, stood up straight, and popped her back. "I swear I've been trying to get this damn thing open since school allowed me to get in." She pulled away from the locker and handed me the paper. "Will you help me? Sorry to bother you, I just can't get it open."

I smiled and nodded, grabbing the paper and beginning the spin the dial. I could feel her emerald colored eyes stared at me as I worked, causing my hands to shake a little. Why was I so nervous? I was only helping a new student out.