Chapter 1/Part 1 Ara
I see her. She has purple lips, purple hair, and even purple eyes. Her face is pale. I know I should look away, but I can’t. Who is this girl and why does everything have to be purple? I guess the simple answer would be she’s a freak or it’s her favorite color, but that can’t be it.
I should stop staring at the girl. She’s so beautiful, almost intoxicating. I wonder what it would be like to be her friend. Why are all these crazy questions and thoughts swarming through my mind? I must be so bored that I found someone else to focus my gaze. She may not be normal, but she is someone.
I need to advert my gaze somewhere before she notices. I don’t want the girl to think I’m crazy, or a stalker, but it’s too late. She sees me staring. I must have stared too long.
She seems calm and relaxed, unlike myself, who’s shaking inside, probably acting like some scared girl ready to run. I still can’t look away, even though I’m nervous she’ll punch me or something, but she just sits there and stares right back at me, like it’s no big deal.
I don’t understand. Why is she so cool about it? Doesn’t she want to know why I’m staring and why I won’t look away? I’m sure she already knows the answer to that.
I think I see her smiling. Yes, it’s a smile. This situation has just gotten awkward. What do I do? Do I smile back or just ignore it? I should smile back. I don’t want to be rude.
I gaze around the room before deciding to smile back. That wasn’t so bad. I may be sitting here, eating alone, but I feel better. My teacher was right; one person can make someone’s day a whole lot brighter.
I take a bite into my red delicious apple and close a book that’s in front of me. Let me rewind. My name is Ara. Yes, it’s unusual, but I’ve grown to get used to it.
I have light brown/blondish, wavy hair that looks red. I guess it’s an auburn color. I can never tell these days. Some people say it’s blonde, and others say it’s reddish brown. I go with whatever mood I’m in that day. Today I’m feeling reddish brown. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but it is what it is. Many people think I’m a freshman, but I’m a junior. I do admit, I look like a freshman sometimes.
Regardless, as you can tell, I’m a loner, which is surprising. I may not have a beautiful tan, but I’m not as pale as the other girl. I also have brown eyes, and I’m gorgeous, not to brag, but I am. Maybe that’s why I always sit alone at lunch. One will never know.
Ps. (Still working on a title, but I wrote this for fun. Hope you enjoy! I love writing, but I’m also a little scared to put my stuff out there).
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