Mistaken Identity (Leon)
Oct 15, 2011 22:29:54 GMT -5
Post by Andi Thalis on Oct 15, 2011 22:29:54 GMT -5
It had been a hard time for the girl, nursing a broken heart while going to school and keeping her face. She had been avoiding Dani, Matt’s inquisitive little sister, about what had happened at the party, and she didn’t look into Mr. White’s face to feel his sympathy on her. She hoped that his son got into so much trouble for doing such a stupid thing. Just thinking about Ethan made her eyes close and tears to leak out of the corners before they opened, fiery determination blazing from the green hazel eyes.
She would not cry.
Walking past the buildings and into the courtyard, the open space made her feel a bit better. She breathed the air in deeply, feeling fall around the corner and smelling the upcoming snow in the air. Wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of ripped jeans with her tennis shoes, she didn’t feel that cold against the breeze. Her hair whipped behind her in its ponytail, her bangs brushing her eyes with the wind.
She could smell smoke.
Looking around, she located a boy who was lighting up in the corner of the courtyard, and her eyes tried to place why he looked so familiar. He reminded her of another brunette, this time with striking blue eyes that had raced her on the mountainside…was it Sam? Puzzled, she walked closer until it was apparent that he would look up at her, and when he did, she stopped and looked into those brown eyes of his, and she smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry, you look like a friend of mine, and I thought you were him,” she told the guy in her embarrassment, and turned to walk away.
She would not cry.
Walking past the buildings and into the courtyard, the open space made her feel a bit better. She breathed the air in deeply, feeling fall around the corner and smelling the upcoming snow in the air. Wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of ripped jeans with her tennis shoes, she didn’t feel that cold against the breeze. Her hair whipped behind her in its ponytail, her bangs brushing her eyes with the wind.
She could smell smoke.
Looking around, she located a boy who was lighting up in the corner of the courtyard, and her eyes tried to place why he looked so familiar. He reminded her of another brunette, this time with striking blue eyes that had raced her on the mountainside…was it Sam? Puzzled, she walked closer until it was apparent that he would look up at her, and when he did, she stopped and looked into those brown eyes of his, and she smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry, you look like a friend of mine, and I thought you were him,” she told the guy in her embarrassment, and turned to walk away.