Cross My Heart Hope To Die

Adalinda layed on her bench, curled up in a pinck blanket. Her head drooped down and was almost touching the ground, her long black hair hanging like icicles. The few rainbow streamers did the same, glowing brightly by it's shine. Her pale skin looked warm and welcoming, lively even though she was asleep. I felt like holding her hand right then, but I wanted her to rest. Her eyes opened once in awhile, showing her weird but beautiful eyes. Her eyes had always been her most peculiar feature, that was the main reason why she didn't have any friends... besides me and her family. Her eyes are like a mood ring, they change depending on her mood. Her eyes right now were plain white, which is kinda creepy. But that's what she's feeling, sleepy or something. I dont know alot of what eye color is what mood, so I'm just guessing. The shirt she was wearing was a plain white t-shirt and her shorts were light blue. A couple of bird pins were on her purple sweater, and a circle pattern design. She reached in to touch her so warm looking hand, I needed it more now than ever. But than she lazily awoke, ugh I thought.