The Sky Grows Brighter Every Day

The Sky Grows Brighter Every Day-Adam's POV

This is just a little chapter that I thought I would add in whilst I’m stuck for ideas. Let me know what you think please.

 It starts from where Adam first meets Anastasia in the cafeteria.

Adam’s POV

I looked around me, students were bustling everywhere each one with a worried, concerned expression on their faces, but that wasn’t unusual anymore. I couldn’t see the girl I was searching for, I had looked everywhere I could think of, and now only the cafeteria remained. I hated the cafeteria; all the processed food smells hit me as I entered and made me want to retch. I wandered aimlessly through the room, all the while trying not to breathe but still looking for the girl, I needed to find. My gaze zeroed in on two girls, who were sitting in a darkened corner of the room, I think they were arguing, I could only see one of the girl’s faces as the other one was leaning backwards and her face was hidden by darkness. I edged closer, to them trying to determine if one of them was the one I was seeking. The one whose face I could see, appeared to be crying, and all of a sudden she grabbed her bag and ran out of the room. The other girl leaned forward and her face was hit by the warm glow of the candles that powered up the room. Yes! She was the one I was looking for; her blonde hair was draped over her shoulder in a single long plait and her slanted green eyes gazed around the room in one quick glance that seemed to take in everything. I walked over to where she was sitting and gave a slight cough that I hoped would alert her to my presence. She turned around and glared at me. Suddenly I felt small and weak, that gaze was so strong and powerful that the words I had carefully rehearsed seemed silly and insubstantial. I stammered out a vague question, and the girl shook her head and said something about how she couldn’t see that well in this light. As I sat down on the weak plastic chair, I saw her face turn ashen, as my face came into focus.

“I-I didn’t think there were any Latino’s left… after the War” She stammered.

I smiled ruefully at her shocked expression,” Well, I got lucky my family and myself managed to hide in a underground cavern, we were so deep underground that we hardly felt the bombs at all. I was only two years old at the time so I barely remember this”

She nodded as she took all this in “I was only one when the war hit… it killed my entire family, to this day no one knows how I survived”

I arranged my expression, so that I looked taken back or at the very least surprised. All those times I rehearsed this with Grandfather must have paid off because as I stammered out my next line, the girl’s expression didn’t change, and she didn’t seem suspicious. What she said next though I didn’t even have to act, I couldn’t believe she could be so careless about her own parents.