the next morning, mama had to work, so i decided to go over to the hood's. mom smiled when i told her i was going over there. she liked that i had started talking to her. mama still didn't know, and mom told me she wouldn't say anything.
i hear the crispy grass crunch beneath my boots. i hate that i have exclusive hearing, it gives me terrible headaches.
before my hand even touches the wooden door, a tall boy opens the door and runs strait into me. i fall backwards, and he starts laughing like a maniac.
"i was just about to go to your house. you're the only neighbor who doesn't seem like an asshole." he grins, almost making me grin back, but i know better. it would turn into disaster.
"so, clara. what do you like to do?" he asks casually. i can't help but let out a little chortle at his question. isn't that the first question they always ask?
"what? did i do something?" another huge grin breaks out onto his face. his smile was contagious, you almost had to smile every time he did. i grab the notepad and pen from the pocket of my jacket. i like to paint. i wrote, and handed it to him. he looked confused at first, then smiled.
"you dont talk, do you?" he piped up. i shook my head. i grabbed the notebook and pen and started to write again. we should go inside, i'm not supposed to have friends. it said, and i passed it to him yet again. he grabbed the pen from my hand, and scribbled a few words on the notepad.he handed it back and it said, okay. but i have lots of questions.
-rileigh-
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paint || c.h
Fanfiction/pānt/ a colored substance that is spread over a surface and dries to leave a thin decorative or protective coating
