That happy green-eyed, blonde girl was standing in front of me. Hiding the pain. I see her fumbling and suddenly there's an avalanche forming inside her locker and all her books fall onto the ground. I go over to help pick them up.
"You really don't need to do that you know?" she says in that dazzling voice that should belong to a Hollywood movie star. Not a girl from the small unheard town of Syracouse, Nebraska. A lowkey town known by few. Then she flashes me that killer smile. A smile that would make the whole army to stop and look at her, more gorgeous then Marilyn Monroe or Doris Days.
"No it's fine. You have an amazing smile, do you know that?" I say still mesmerised by it. Then I hear that laugh, the laugh that make my heart miss a beat, my stomach do a turn my brain just stop thinking about everything but that, and I realise she's laughing at me.
"Thank you!" she says in between chuckles. "Is it crazy, that I always wanted to get out of this dump and make it big, on Broadway or in movies?" she asks, and then I realise she's serious. This smart intelligent girl who could be CEO of any company she wanted would throw all that away for fame. For whatever reason after this I wanted her more.
"Definately not. You could make it. With those eyes to your smile. From head to toe you would be perfect there. They would love you so much. I doubt they'd even need makeup." I say honestly. She is just breathtaking.
"Thank you. You've just made my day." She says with that Hollywood smile again. At the second one of these smiles I could feel my knees turn to jelly i=underneath me. I hand her her books and begin to walk away when I hear.
"Do you mind if I sit with you at lunch today. It's just my friends aren't talking to me and I don't like eating alone!" she yells to me.
"Sure I'm sure my friends won't mind" I say walking away smoothly, until I walk into a garbage can, head first that was right in front of me. Great... Just what I needed. Another embarrassing encounter with the gorgeous Faria Smith.
