It was a cold morning, the kind you usually like to sit inside and drink hot cocoa on, as violet peered out her icy window to the small white specs falling from the clouds, a small idea popped into her head. She practically leaped off her couch, cradling her blanked as she ran to the phone, and dialled 333-245-7777 The phone rang for a little bit and after about 30 seconds violet was convinced no one would pick up. As she was just about to hang up she heard a faint voice coming from the other line, the voice was quiet, but sounded very serious. "hello?" The voice called out from the small phone.
"Kayla! I don't have time to talk, just put on something nice and neat me at the seven eleven on the corner."
"Okay?" The voice said kind of hesitant to what was going on. But Kayla still got up and dressed. As violet stood by the store cold, she seen a small figure headed her way, "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH BITCH!" Violet shouts across the road as the small girl waddles across the busy street. She was dressed in all black, wearing a Nike windbreaker which was quite thin for the weather, her hair was in a messy bun that looked like she spent 15 minutes on. As the short girl walked up to violet, shivering, she suggested on heading inside-of the small corner store, violet agreed and they started heading in.
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After taking a few photos inside the seven eleven, they decided to head to a mall. As they entered the south centre mall the smell of fast food and smoothies filled there lungs, "Wanna get something to eat?" Kayla suggested, Violet hesitated because she was not one usually to spend money on such wasteful things. "Come on! It will be fun!" Kayla says, doing the best puppy dog eyes she could. Violet sighs and caves "FINE" As they head to the closest subway violet spots a scruff of hair peeking out of the crowds of people eating. It was well taken care of, pushed back and had the smallest tint of red in some spots, almost like a highlight. But it looked natural. As she searched for the face that belonged to the tuff of perfect locks. She saw him. He was dressed in the most colourful clothes, almost like a neon rainbow, with jeans so tight but so ripped, you could see every I'm perfection of his small legs, as she moved her vision up to his head, she blushed, he was pale, with perfect eyelashes, plumped lips and the most even freckles violet had ever seen. Kayla nudged her as she seen what was going on. Violet quickly looked at her almost like she was angry that she made her stop looking at someone so perfect. "What?" Violet says acting like nothing was wrong. "GO TALK TO HIM!" Kayla shouts eagerly, violet looks down to the dirty floor contemplating on if she should, but as she brings her head back to level vision she sees him, standing there. Right in front of her.
