- Reads 374
- Votes 17
- Parts 19
- Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Apr 25, 2015
Mature
The first time I saw Christa Jane Walker was in my first period math class. She was the most interesting person I've ever laid eyes on. There was something about Christa Jane Walker. Maybe it was her soft skin and brown eyes. I never thought I could be so infatuated with brown eyes until I saw her brown eyes. They weren't just brown eyes, they were brown with specks of copper in the sunlight, and when you looked deep enough into them, they were no longer brown eyes but their own sunset. "I'm not good for you, Hawk." She'd say as she took in smoke from her cigarette. I scrunched my nose at the smell when she blew it out but laughed anyways. "No one is." I had replied as she looked up at me and smiled. Yet for some reason we found that eventually she, someone extraordinary, was capable of loving someone like me, someone completely ordinary.All Rights Reserved
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