Charms for life

Chapter 1:Sitting on a bench

Yup. Well that's just about all I'm doing. Oh. I suppose you'd like elaboration now wouldn't you?

Ok, sitting on a bench and drawing. Oh, drawing those cherry blossom trees over in the vivd greengrass, freshly seeded. I love the way they blow in the wind. The delicate petals of the pink and white flowers fluttering and scattered in the wind. The contrast from the dark wood branches to the light colored blossoms. One day I will paint them perfect. White fluffy clouds against a brilliant baby blue sky. Petals from the fallen cherry blossoms everywhere. Just like that.

Great. I'm mumbling to myself again.

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Sitting on a dark green bench in the park under a great big oak tree is usually how I spent my days. Saying 'hi' to a few strangers who pass by, doodling in my notebook, maybe even starting a conversation or two, with strangers though. Belland is not the biggest city, so I'm likely to run out of strangers soon, but I'm alright with that.

When a person is looking for their charmer, their one soul mate, they need to be involved and speak with new, different people. Of course, not new people everyday, but enough to get you started on your path to finding your spouse. Most start thier searches at the age of 14, constantly checking their charm, as it soon becomes a habit to wait or that one glow of a number that could change a life. Everyone in Belland is very friendly and confident and kind, all in hopes of finding their charmer.

When I find my charm-

"AHH!"

A guy screamed as he tripped over my outspread legs. Oopsies..

"I'm so so sorry!!! Are you okay???" I said as I sprang to my feet to help him up. I had this odd feeling as I looked at his jeans, freshly ripped from his fall.
He took my hand and slowly got up.

"Yeah I think I'm f-" He stopped mid sentence, and looked up.

I didn't look at his face until then, and I immediately saw the sparkle in his deep brown eyes. Just looking into his eyes made me want to melt. He had dark brown hair that was short and styled to right. His thick eyebrows were full of shock and strangely awe, and his face had an ovalish square shape to it. His jaw line strong, and his lips a little fuller than the average male.

Summary; I thought he was gorgeous...

We both stared at each other for a moment, so many thoughts running through my head like, 'Oh my Lord, don't mess this up Misty... He's so cute! I could look into his eyes all day... Stop it! You're being creepy! Ugh, but he's cute... I want to get to know him. I NEED to get to know him... Okay Misty, enough creeper thoughts.'

As my thoughts subsided to a small almost silent whisper in my head, I realized the awkward silence that had just happened as he muttered his next words.

"Hi..."