So truth be told. I'm a bit of an aspiring writer. I can't finish a story to save my life, but that doesn't stop me from fiddling around every once and a while. Every once in a blue moon I'll post some of my writing on here! Just for fun that is. My dear friend, Kat from My Wonderland , will be joining me in this little experiment and we'll be adding onto each others ideas. She'll be doing guest posts, and hopefully our combined story will hit it off! So I guess I'll kick this little experiment off! Hopefully it doesn't suck too bad. :D
I glared at those who passed in front of me, hoping that my ice colored eyes would deter most of them. People stood on the outskirts of the square gawking at me. I made a point of ignoring them and buried my nose in my book. It was very tattered with plenty of dog eared pages and a broken spine. I had read it many times over. It was one of the few books I owned, and I usually kept it with me at all times. I was reading over one of my favorite passages when I heard stifled laughter from across the square.
I glanced up and then returned to my book. It was just a bunch of stupid middle schoolers, come to see the weird kid. I scooted around on the edge of the fountain so that I was facing the cascading water. Droplets of water wetted my pages but I didn't mind.
The laughter grew louder. I scowled and grabbed my iPod from my black messenger bag and firmly stuffed the headphones into my ears. I turned up the volume full blast, trying to drown out the sounds of laughter. I caught my reflection in the pool of water. My whitish-blonde hair was straggled around my face, the tiny braids I had done this morning already unraveling. My skinny frame was drowned in layers of fabric; most of it mismatched and discards from the Goodwill bin. I turned away in disgust. No wonder everyone stayed as far away from me as possible. I looked like a vagrant.
A pair of Pumas suddenly entered my view. I looked at the shoes and then up at the person who had so rudely invaded my personal space. It was one of the stupid middle schoolers. An athletic looking blond, was flipping her outrageously long hair over her shoulder. Her face was caked in too much make up. I'm surprised her face could even move to sneer down at me with all of that crap on her face. She said something to me, but on account of my blasting music I didn't hear her. I chose not to even grace her with a response and turned back to my book. I had to admit I was a little shocked that she had gotten so close to me. I wonder how much her friends had paid her.
Her manicured hands suddenly shot out in front of me and snatched my book. I ripped my headphones from my ears.
"Give it back," I said my voice a low guttural growl. I could feel my face flush with anger even as I spoke. Blondie just grinned.
Be sure to check out Kat's wonderful story, Seraphs as well!