Faces and masks: If i'm with you

Part 2

On the morrow

"Hey, Larry, Emily! - a blue-haired boy sitting on a branch shouted, holding on to the top branch with one hand and waving to his friends with the other. There was something between fear and a nervous smile on his face. - "I've found the bug!"

Standing beneath the tree, Emily, watching carefully to see that he did not fall, could not help comparing him to "night" Sally. You look at him and you'll never believe that this pale, fragile — looking kid is a hired killer.

Tousled blue hair, blue eyes now wide with " fear." Purple tank top and blue shorts. On bare feet, miraculously not falling, dangle sandals.

— What he is willing... — muttered standing nearby Larry, too, carefully looking at the other.

— A-Ah! I'm going to throw up! - came from above as he accidentally touched it.

— If he such disgusting, at all something, not necessarily his now touch. - with a drop over head thought girl, sighing and on back a long red braid. — Sally, as always in his repertoire. His weeping face flashed before her eyes. — He doesn't look a bit like his old self now.

- "Come here! Don't be afraid, Emily. I'll help you up! - Fisher was already leaning forward, offering her hand, and she took a couple of steps back, shaking her head.

"No, thank you. I'd rather stand here. Who else is going to catch you? -  she tried to smile warmly, but the edge of her mouth twitched, distorting everything. The image of last night would not leave her mind, nor would the echoing sobs that made her heart ache. The hand clenched itself into a fist and lay on his chest.

"Amy?" - the voice of the boy sitting on the branch became surprised with a note of concern. He bent slightly, trying to look into her face or eyes. — Are you all right? Your voice is strange... as is your face.

- Huh? - shook her head from side to side, forced a smile, and waved her hands in front of her. - It's okay! I'm just worried about you! Ha ha!

The blue-haired man's face flushed and he looked away, but there was a smile on his lips.

"You know, I don't even mind you catching me. - he said, half-joking as he climbed higher.

Emily... the girl was about to say something, but the shoulder she rests the palm of brown hair that shook his head. — Let him be 'happy' in the daytime." If we're sad, too, he'll think he's making us uncomfortable. You know him. — whispered he, on that girl nodded, and, biting lip, has shifted glance on friend, that was already quite  highly.

One of his slates fell on the grass beside the girl, causing her to jump, with a startled cry, and hearing a fervent laugh from above, which was sharply drowned out by the crackling of the branch on which he now sat.

- "Oh! - she froze at the sound, her arms outstretched in front of her.

- Branch!

- "Sally! It's dangerous! - brown-haired man shouted, holding out his hands in front of him. — The tree is rotten!

But it was too late. The branch broke and the boy flew down.

"BAMS" and the shrill, terrified cry of a girl swept over the forest, startling a flock of birds. Emily had caught him at the last moment, falling and hitting herself, and Fisher had hit his head hard, too. In the end, Larry had to carry them both home.

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"Is he all right?/ Sally... — simultaneously cast Larry and Emily, with fear and excitement despite friend, that in this moment lay in passed out, and his eyes adopted form of spirals.